Luyện nghe bài hát My Collection

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

She me she was an angel
She fucked two and three singers
She got a few on speed dial
I'm get the case dismissed before I see trial
And these handles ain't got nothin' to do with my lil' child
No this codeine ain't got nothin' to do my lil' child
I used to sell dope at my house, as a rude child
All these cameras on, with my mood, wild
And these clinkin' back and forth, they too loud
know damn well this wasn't promised
I know damn well must be promised
Left every pair of Margielas at the
Technically I never packed up and
Left 80 in the dresser, you can keep
And I got bad ting at disposal
I cooked it up and then I went
My baby mama push a Rover
Had to make sure I got it loaded
be the one and then you get exposed
If you the one, then God let me know
But at the same time, I to vibe with one
I'm paranoid, I gotta ride one
And I had to 'splain to her night
Had to send one freak on the last flight
Had to send this one freak on the flight

Won't get a response from me, no confessions
Before I tell a lie, 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 of my collection

Standin' on black socks, meet me at the dock
Icin' out the clock, watch, bitches on my
Yeah, maybe the drop, yeah
We get in our feelings,
I know how you would feel about if I ain't have millions, yeah
I'm with you, I hope you hear me, yeah
Keep my promise, take my love with you
And hell no it ain't about no braggin'
But even if it was, I got it
on a hardtop Bugatti
She told me she was an
She two rappers and three singers
I'ma keep it genuine and the truth to you
I got joint, she know what to do with me
And right now I don't what to do with you
I don't wanna like I'm bein' rude with you
She caught a red eye, L.A
I gave her to the valet
And I had to her 'bout Miami
After she came with no

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