Luyện nghe bài hát Multiply

[Intro: Rocky]
F*ck gon' multiply
'Fore the real niggas die, fake niggas gon'
'Fore the real niggas live, f*ck niggas won't
F*ck niggas multiply
F*ck niggas multiply
Igh, igh-igh-igh, igh-igh, igh-igh, igh

[Interlude 1: J]
Yeah, it's boy Juicy J
Man you gotta watch out for these backstabbin' broke ass, jealous hatin' ass man
Man these niggas no real niggas man, know what I'm sayin'?
Man these niggas be smilin' in face

[Verse 1: A$AP
in the buildin', sold crack in the livin' room
Niggas toe-tagged, soaked for a livin'
Doo rag and Beretta, blue flagging it
When be with be the one to shoot at ya in a minute
to Harlem if you never seen Baghdad
First place I seen a sell crack at
Where the hustlers don't sleep, cat naps
Shorty with the shotty like he got a bad back
in my will, keep it real, thuggin' in my field
'Til the day I peel, keep it trill, anything I
trained to kill, aimin', bangin' steel and slangin' krill
She it all for Satan just to paint her nails and pay her bills
I really f*ckin' with that Been Trill
Swear them booty like Tip Drill
Nah I really into throwin' shots
But these better give me my props, word to Pac
We're the that these niggas gettin' throwed
Reason why you niggas wearin'
Jail pose in the pictures, fingers to your nose
I remember, if was alive he'd tell these hoes and these niggas

[Hook: Rocky]
in my will, keep it trill, to the day I peel
Even in my will, it trill, to the day I peel
Even in my will, keep it trill, to the day I
in my will, keep it trill, to the day I...
When the niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply
When the real niggas die, fake gon' multiply
When all the real die, fake niggas gon' multiply
But if the real live, f*ck niggas won't multiply

2: A$AP Rocky]
I'm the original Balmain badass,
I'm the original Margiela madman, in the of A$AP Yams
Smack the shit out a nigga in skinny pants, feel me?
get it f*cked up, nigga, we been jiggy, been pretty
Still tell a bitch suck my dick, swag nigga

2: A$AP Rocky]
F*ck with a nigga like me, RIP my nigga C
HBA shit is weak, you can that
Shit, I might f*ck around and bring the back
No doors on it, flexin' with the seat
B-Boy with the G pack, might around and bring the mink back
to Big Boi and 3 Stacks, nigga
If you deaf bring the back, nigga
with a nigga like me, RIP my nigga Pimp C
HBA shit is weak, you can that
I'm a trend setter, you even peep that
Where the hoes, where the weed, the G's at?
F*ck the FCC, tell 'em bleep
(We no fashion killas nigga, we fashionable killas
got Flacko)

[Verse 3: Rocky]
3, 6, a nigga dick no foreplay
All day, boomin' out the trap through the
Slow up, Pretty Flacko
Tell these niggas how you been
You can freshen our minds, talk down every now and then
On the style, gettin' styled 9 out of 10
(Y'all got f*cked up)
I'm the motherf*ckin' of this fashion shit
Don't I deserve just to brag a
Set the blueprint, f*ck two cents
Number 1 stunner, ask Tumblr if I'm
My motherf*ckin' swag is
I got enough style just to mack your bitch
I back to when Pac is packin' lint
like a nigga got rich on accident
Now back to
Bitches lie, killers lie
Triggers on the side by side, bet I'm to ride
said let's ride to the sky, call it catastrophic
We ever die, we just multiply, bitch

[Outro: J]
Fake ass niggas, you know what I'm sayin', these niggas be out here talkin' 'bout they a street nigga and shit, man niggas be gettin' it distorted a mothaf*cka out here man, you know what I'm sayin'