Luyện nghe bài hát Never Bend (Remix)

[Intro: 03

You lil bitch ass steady speaking up on the low
If project walls could talk
They'll be just 03, you dig?
03

[Chorus: 03
If these walls could spit bars, all of they be this hard
In game play your cards 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 thanking God, have died in the pen
You haven't 'gainst the odds like I been
You haven't been where I been, I fold, never bend

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

03 Greedo]
If these walls could spit bars, all of they songs be this
In this game play your right or get left to starve
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 been 'gainst the like I been
You haven't where I been, I never fold, never bend

2: 03 Greedo]
Niggas act like I make the beat to this and Crimey
Like A Nigga, Sweet Lady, A Side, and Slidin'
Murder Music, Plays, Shittin' Lately, Molly
Legend over night bitch I got with everybody
You need help anybody, you still ain't caught a body
Niggas said they made me poppin', scared to and get it poppin'
My whole life a livin' hell, come and homicide me
All time I got, I miss some friends to fuckin' traumatize me
I don't need no man's opinion, not to me
You be spendin' money on your from what the law providin'
Nowadays snitches hangin' out nigga why we hidin'?
Floatin' 'cross these hits, just had an out of body
God nigga, I bailed out in '16
rep 03, Uzi rep 16
Platinum albums from a cell, ain't no
Pushin' button, possum
Hold on, hold up, cops is

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

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