Luyện nghe bài hát Multiply

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

[Interlude 1: J]
Yeah, your boy Juicy J
Man you gotta watch out for these backstabbin' broke ass, jealous ass niggas man
Man these niggas ain't no real niggas man, what I'm sayin'?
Man these niggas be smilin' in face

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

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

[Interlude 2: Rocky]
I'm the Balmain badass, nigga
I'm the original Margiela madman, in the words of A$AP
Smack the shit out a in these skinny pants, feel me?
Don't get it f*cked up, nigga, we jiggy, been pretty
Still tell a bitch suck my dick, swag swag

2: A$AP Rocky]
F*ck with a nigga like me, RIP my nigga C
HBA is weak, you can keep that
Shit, I might f*ck around and bring the Jeep
No on it, flexin' with the seat back
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 beat back,
F*ck with a like me, RIP my nigga Pimp C
HBA is weak, you can keep that
I'm a trend setter, you ain't peep that
the hoes, where the weed, where the G's at?
F*ck the FCC, tell 'em that
(We ain't no fashion nigga, we fashionable killas
got Flacko)

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

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