Luyện nghe bài hát On Fleek

1]
All we ever knew was grind boy
I want all my niggas to shine boy
From the ship to the field to the boy
To making it rain to get out the boy
I say we out
to that welfare
Way too poor niggas can't here
Too broke, fix, can't build here
this dope, but sorry you can't deal here
This one for the bad queens that shake ass
that 9 to 5 ain't really about to make cash
But that fat back may get ass a Maybach
Stack that cash Sam can't trace that
See I don't judge, no I don't judge no
I got love for that got love for
All the money and riches that you for
You deserve the most and so my is potent

On
Preach my
make sure we all eat my nigga
Tired of RIP to the street
So I'm praying for the day when I free my
On
my nigga
Especially through the hard my nigga
Gotta make we all fine
Gotta let these niggas
Baby our time uhh
2]
I've been for the 1 plus 9 zeros
Bill, bill, bill-ion I more
Finesse for the check and dine these hoes
So I spit game, and consign these hoes
a fake friend
I a foe
A that chic must be from a 'go
Love high
No for the low
windy in the wind
So the may blow like

That's why he so
I dodged some so I thank the lord
I guess heaven wasn't for the boy
So I make my dough just to spread the love
Stay so cripsy of all the cream
Cash rules everything around my
If one stress, we all
If one blessed, we all
seeming we dreaming
And why I'm preaching on chief

On
my nigga
Gotta make sure we all eat my
Tired of saying RIP to the
So I'm for the day when I free my niggas
On
my nigga
Especially the hard times my nigga
Gotta sure we all fine
Gotta let niggas know
Baby it's our uhh