Luyện nghe bài hát Neva Broke

Hey, what's up my
Check this out you listenin' for awhile
Why don't you tell these
they really thinkin' about
When be wrappin' mail

my mail, I talk to rappers when I touch down
I'ma go by me a check with my bitches check
And if I her feelings who gives a fuck
I'm out for myself, bout to make me a cover

I keep it on the under in a on the hush hush
On my way to victories surplus
To get a blend aqua windbreaker , to match latchin' vendeta
Scadalism, what I'm majorin' in
Yeah, murderism I'm doin' in

So give up the ghost my
Remember me, I used to be your nigga
But ya, I'm jealous and I hate ya fuckin' guts
I got it in me cause ya clockin' bucks

Break yourself, makin' quarters, rings, chains
I'll take that out and set it on the range
Prepare for the if ya sellin' coke
As long as I got me a strap nigga, I'm never

As long as I got me a strap, I'm never

Got the car at the mall on bricks
Beat strip, beat tip fucked him a bitch
I'm nigga to hate playas
A hater starvin' like Somalia

You got yo-yo
'Cause I'm right back again
Chokin' mo' now before I did when I in
Tomorrow I got to go take a piss for real

I'm tryin' to clean out my system with stay clean and golden
But I'm gon' be late, I'm on
Because it's too early for me to go back on a
my P.O. I need some M O

N E Y so I can get and kick in this nigga's door
It's in the morning I'm on a mission peep
The time to catch a nigga in his sleep
Wake ya ass I know ya rich

Tell me where the fuck is yours, I'ma ya bitch
Do in ya greasel I tie him up
And made him me poke her, I'm never broke

Do dick in ya I tie him up
Then I made him watch me poke her, I'm broke
I'm broke

Baby crevice was like a pair of vice grips
I looked at pop and said, "You got a lil' dick"
Havin' shame he was cryin' like a
Nigga couldn't stand baby scream and holler

I said, "You got one mo' time nigga is the minl"
He said, "It's in the den corner, top vent"
Folks remember that I'm scandalous and
I carry diseases as herpes and nut pluckers

in the bitch, kissed her on her lips
Made her get up and a little dick
The bitch had her some play
Ya know she throat my big ol'

I my strap like a sucker would
She said, "How it feel", I said, "Good"
She said, "You know ain't the way to mix business with pleasure"
I said, "I know this ain't the weather to make pleasure"
You know this ain't the to mix business and pleasure

Shit, she tried to off my pecker
rex loose, I hangin' juice
And juice you beggin' for this shit
Like you gon' it out better

up my tech up off the ground
Pistol whipped, tied up sittin'
I need a black screwdriver but a butter knife do
To the I went to collect all my due

Struck out the side of game steward
in my hoo-ride made a left on Newark
Through the dark alleys black black that
As long as I got me a strap look I'm never broke,

I'm broke

Oh I see, so what you're is a girl
Is something an investment
Keep revenues up to par
And all you is a strap

Precisely how motherfuckers make them fat lick-backs
See I'm way respected in the rap
'Cause I skip, spit real-life type shit
Feel it, so let's hustle up the true
Apart from the tarp and the motherfuckin' good the not huh