Luyện nghe bài hát My Swag

You gotta get your swagger together, nigga, get your
Starts on the inside, ya dig, I don't need mine, I got cribs we goin
If you don't love yourself you can't love
Keep up, nigga, I love myself, you gon' need to travel,
You go and get that Mack diesel,

I'm the man from to way out in Cali
Catch me in New York, I'm on the way to
I be in Hawaii catch me in Paris
I be at barely, I'll sleep when I'm buried

What I need some sleep This dope got me geeked up
I went to and made a mil' in a week, bro
These niggaz keep up when they see me in London
So I go out in Ibiza, that time I ain't for

Bout three days, maybe see me in Haiti
With Wyclef Jean and a selection of
But my folk got that workin like back in the eighties
See the money's what move me, conversation don't me

Tell 'em why cause I been around the
Traveled the seas and I be
Poppin bottles with celebrities so you can me
Flyin high, smokin trees

Girls the world
They callin me, they call me
Paparazzi, they be follow me, all be
Hopin they get a shot of me

It's my swag, wonder what's so special 'bout him?
Why they sellin records like him? Tell 'em
my swag, how he always look so cool?
And why everybody do he do, so

be my swag, they wonder why he wear his hat like that?
When girls see him why they act like Aye, I don't know
It's my swag, for some all the real niggaz love him
though their girlfriend wanna fuck him
I guess, gotta be my

Gettin money in Frisco, wearin my
See I'm gettin wet and bitch in the same boat
I came in the slow, they act like they ain't know
That I wasn't gon' leave until I got I came fo'

I still can't complain though as long as I ain't
I came a long way but, shawty, ain't changed though
I still let the tool go, get it confused, bro
Run up on me wrong, now what you think I'ma do,

you to your maker then go to Jamaica
Or either to Cabo, I at my condo
My is perfect, hatin on me ain't worth it
Guarantee you, boy, the Earth my turf if hurts

Tell 'em why I been around the world
Traveled the seven and I be
Poppin bottles with so you can find me
Flyin high, smokin trees

Girls around the
They callin me, they call me
Paparazzi, they be me, they all be
that they get a shot of me

It's my swag, wonder what's so special 'bout him?
Why they ain't sellin records like him? 'em
It's my swag, how he always so cool?
And why everybody do he do, so

Gotta be my swag, they why he wear his hat like that?
When girls see him why they act like that? Aye, I know
It's my swag, for some reason all the real love him
Even their girlfriend wanna fuck him
I guess, gotta be my

what haters say I'm as real as they come
I'm chasin that paper, baby, however it
I'm singin a song and yay by the ton
You never seen a nigga gettin so young

How I get from the pen all the way to
I've been to Switzerland, skiing and pimpin, goin
It nothin to catch me in the south of France
In a coffee smokin dro in Amsterdam

It nothin to fly all the way to Dubai
St. Barts, St. Lucia, any day we can try
G-5 to Moscow and they say lie
I'ma ball a dog 'til the day that I die

'em why cause I been around the world
Traveled the seven and I be
bottles with celebrities so you can find me
Flyin high, better trees

around the world
They keep callin me, call me
Paparazzi, be follow me, they all be
Hopin they get a shot of me

It's my swag, they wonder so special 'bout him?
Why they ain't sellin records like Tell 'em
It's my swag, how he always look so
And why do what he do, so

Gotta be my swag, they wonder why he wear his hat like
girls see him why they act like that? Aye
It's my swag, for reason all the real niggaz love him
Even though their girlfriend wanna him
I guess, gotta be my

is impeccable pimpin
You duplicate this shit if I told you how to, man
Ha, y'all, niggaz, up
By the you get to Puerto Rico, my nigga, I'll be in Cuba

By the time you get to I'll be in Haiti
By the you get to Haiti I'll be way over in Africa, man
You know Im sayin? South of France in my land, man
The Earth's my turf, my