Luyện nghe bài hát Multiply

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

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

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

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

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

[Verse 2: A$AP
F*ck a nigga like me, RIP my nigga Pimp C
HBA shit is weak, you can keep
Shit, I might f*ck around and bring the back
No doors on it, with the seat back
B-Boy with the G pack, might f*ck around and bring the back
to Big Boi and 3 Stacks, nigga
If you deaf bring the back, nigga
F*ck with a like me, RIP my nigga Pimp C
HBA shit is weak, you can keep
I'm a trend setter, you ain't even peep
the hoes, where the weed, where the G's at?
F*ck the FCC, tell 'em that
(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 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, styled 9 times out of 10
(Y'all got Flacko up)
I'm the motherf*ckin' Lord of this fashion
Don't I just to brag a bit?
Set the blueprint, f*ck your two
1 stunner, ask Tumblr if I'm accurate
My motherf*ckin' is immaculate
Plus I got enough style just to your bitch
I think to when Pac is packin' lint
It's like a nigga got rich on
Now back to
lie, killers never lie
Triggers on the side by side, bet I'm down to
Prosper said let's ride to the sky, it catastrophic
We don't ever die, we just multiply,

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