Luyện nghe bài hát Music To Ride To

Ft. Young Roddy, Trademark Da
Dressed I got somewhere to go
But Im smoking my trees,
Proly sweep the
Dump a few magazines, complex rap report
Surf the reserve sum time at a Dubai resort
Im on the grind fool, I aint a child no
But I the fcuk out of thirsty hoe
It a game, its the planes brushin of my clothes
But aint nothing on my back wings, pardon me bro
As I make my way to the change, my place out in history
Get rich and the same,
All palm shade, half kid, half
through my
Yeah, mind on my money, money on my
Im double on my hustle and all your bitches mine
Its that ridn smoking music for you to smoke and
To all the niggas to do
Yeah, mind on my money, on my mind
Im double time on my hustle and all bitches mine
Its that ridn smoking for you to smoke and ride
To all the trying to do
Aint nobody with my team and I put that shit on gs
She me. cursing when I leave
shit she acting like a girl it cost to be the boss around this piece can I
Cause all I do is rhyme rhymes and smoke weed
You dont down a tree,
Time of I burned down the
Take heat when that money speak life for free
from low class to comfortably
all from bein a beast on these beats, smoking loud pack
as i trip them plain haters aint talkin shit them lame niggas aint nuthin like me
Tryin get a bite to eat, a plate for
nigga i know cash be grindin ll week.
Why sleep when money on yo street
i was to get cheddar

Yeah, mind on my money, on my mind
Im time on my hustle and all your bitches mine
Its that smoking music for you to smoke and ride
To all the trying to do
Yeah, mind on my money, money on my
Im double on my hustle and all your bitches mine
Its that ridn smoking music for you to smoke and
To all the niggas to do
old shit just a different day,
New Im twisting up, I break it down and lift me up
Jet nigga what?
Im high as fuck in the cut, just chilling, this paper up
You know the life of a villain sport cars and
popping polo collars partner, all well denims
them Guccis no stunt thats how a nigga living, on gs
Bitch please, my peeling,
Look Im to this shit and I cant fight the feeling
Still tryna to my dollars up from the floor to ceiling
Niggas hating on us, we aint off your feelings
365 we making the killing
Spitting the that we living
Yeah, mind on my money, money on my
Im double time on my hustle and all bitches mine
Its that ridn smoking music for you to and ride
To all the niggas to do
Yeah, mind on my money, money on my
Im double time on my and all your bitches mine
Its that ridn smoking music for you to smoke and
To all the niggas to do