Luyện nghe bài hát My Collection

I've in the stu late, workin', no residuals
If we never speak again, I'm just I got to tell you truth
playin' count em'
You wanna come to
Matter of fact, you wanna come to

She told me she was an
She two rappers and three singers
She got a few athletes on dial
I'm tryna get the case dismissed before I see
And these codeine handles ain't got nothin' to do with my child
No this ain't got nothin' to do with my lil' child
I to sell dope at my grandma's house, as a rude child
All these cameras on, fuckin' with my mood,
And these chains clinkin' and forth, they too loud
They know damn well this wasn't
I know damn well this be promised
every pair of Margielas at the condo
Technically I never up and leave
Left 80 in the dresser, you can keep
And I got this bad ting at
I it up and then I went global
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 like to with one
I'm paranoid, I gotta ride one
And I had to 'splain to her night
Had to send this one freak on the flight
Had to send this one freak on the flight

Won't get a response 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
Even if I hit you once, you part of my
Even if I hit you once, you part of my

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

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 of my collection
if I hit you once, you part of my collection
Even if I hit you once, you of my collection