Luyện nghe bài hát Never Bend (Remix)

[Intro: 03

You lil ass niggas steady speaking up on the low
If these project walls could
They'll be just like 03, you
03

[Chorus: 03
If these could spit bars, all of they songs be this hard
In this game play your right or get left to starve
My mama made me a star, I had it too hard
Bitch I came the tar but I got high again
I'm God, could have died in the pen
You haven't 'gainst the odds like I been
You haven't been where I been, I never fold, bend

1: Lil Uzi Vert]
I couldn't the xan before I had money
I been dressin' like way before they fuckin' loved me
Feel it in my stomach, molly might make me vomit
Takin' acid the shrooms, I'm tryna see my conscience
Too hype in my life
You not with the gang so I'm not hear no tides
I'm not hear no sides
I can't believe you out here in streets livin' lies
You really think you tough
Callin' his bluff but we really be loadin' nines
They me at 8:05
Put it on me, had that boy gone 8:59 (on me)
You can feel it in spine
Everybody at you 'cause you are not right
We gonna take ten of yours if you ever try one of mines
Wasn't for me, then you would've died
If your walls could spit bars, all of they songs be this
They said crack kills but my boys hard
They say last bitch the work went to Mars
She suck my dick for ten bucks with no
That was back when was hard
That was back I had these millions that I earned
Wet up block with a leg and an arm
With that burner we aim at your and start perms
Keep that shit one hundred, boy you keep it
We just caught an opp, we thought that was funny
part about it, we knew we was gon' catch him one day
And on the he all up shakin', holdin' on his stomach
Man all them looks
I had to go get that so I could put money on them books
That boy look shook every time he look
But I ain't gotta touch him 'cause karma's a
My dreads got long, this shit just was a bush
I got a boy from the block a cook
He whipped up some salmon, better than it look
He cookin' dog food, the type make you woof
You try to this shit, I'll get you tooked
These niggas snitchin', they tryna write a
Ninety thousand dollars, that's for one of my hooks
Please do not compare me to none of these

03 Greedo]
If these walls could spit bars, all of they be this hard
In this game play cards right or get left to starve
My mama made me a star, I had it too hard
Bitch I came from the tar but I got again
I'm God, could have died in the pen
You been 'gainst the odds like I been
You been where I been, I never fold, never bend

[Verse 2: 03
Niggas act like I ain't make the to this and Crimey
Like A Nigga, Sweet Lady, Pick A Side, and
Murder Music, Makin' Plays, Shittin' Lately,
over night bitch I got songs with everybody
You need help from anybody, you still ain't caught a
Niggas said made me poppin', scared to come and get it poppin'
My whole life a livin' hell, bitches come and me
All this time I got, I miss some to fuckin' traumatize me
I need no man's opinion, not to qualify me
You be spendin' money on your from what the law providin'
Nowadays snitches hangin' out like nigga why we
Floatin' these motherfuckin' hits, just had an out of body
God Level nigga, I out in '16
rep 03, Uzi rep 16
Platinum from a cell, ain't no walkie-talkie
button, playin' possum
Hold on, up, cops is watchin'

[Chorus: 03
If these walls could spit bars, all of they songs be hard
In game play your cards right or get left to starve
My mama made me a star, I just had it too
Bitch I came from the tar but I got high
I'm thanking God, could have in the pen
You haven't been 'gainst the odds I been
You haven't been where I been, I never fold, bend
If these walls could spit bars, all of they be this hard
In this game play your cards right or get left to
My mama made me a star, I just had it too
I came from the tar but I got high again
I'm thanking God, have died in the pen
You haven't 'gainst the odds like I been
You haven't been where I been, I never fold, never

[Outro: 03
And we do it for Lil
Yeah, live Lil Money
Oh, money changes
I can never give a a wedding ring
Ooh,
Rest in to all my niggas
GIP to all my killers, woo