Luyện nghe bài hát My Collection

I've been in the stu late, workin', no
If we never speak again, I'm glad I got to tell you truth
Ain't count em'
You wanna to paradise?
Matter of fact, you come to Pluto?

She told me she was an
She fucked two and three singers
She got a few athletes on speed
I'm tryna get the case dismissed before I see
And these codeine handles ain't got nothin' to do my lil' child
No this codeine got nothin' to do with my lil' child
I used to sell dope at my grandma's house, as a rude
All these cameras on, fuckin' with my mood,
And these chains back and forth, they too loud
They know damn well this promised
I know damn this must be promised
every pair of Margielas at the condo
Technically I packed up and leave
Left 80 racks in the dresser, you can
And I got bad ting at disposal
I cooked it up and then I global
My baby mama push a Rover
Had to sure I got it fully loaded
be the one and then you get exposed
If you the one, then God let me know
But at the same time, I like to with one
I'm paranoid, I gotta ride one
And I had to 'splain to her night
Had to this one freak on the last flight
Had to send this one freak on the last

Won't get a from me, ain't no confessions
Before I a lie, won't tell you nothin'
Any time I got you, you my possession
Even if I hit you once, you part of my
if I hit you once, you part of my collection
Even if I hit you once, you part of my

Standin' on black socks, me at the yacht dock
Icin' out the clock, watch, on my cock
Yeah, maybe it's the drop,
We get in our feelings,
I don't know how you would feel about if I have millions, yeah
I'm with you, I hope you hear me, yeah
Keep my promise, take my love you everywhere
And hell no it about no braggin' rights
But if it was, shit I got it
Pinstripes on a Bugatti
She me she was an angel
She two rappers and three singers
keep it genuine and tell the truth to you
I got this joint, she what to do with me
And now I don't know what to do with you
I wanna sound like I'm bein' rude with you
She a red eye, leavin' L.A
I shoulda her to the valet
And I had to tell her 'bout
After she came with no

Won't get a from me, ain't no confessions
I tell a lie, won't tell you nothin'
Any I got you, girl you my possession
Even if I hit you once, you part of my
if I hit you once, you part of my collection
Even if I hit you once, you part of my