Luyện nghe bài hát On Fleek

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

On
my nigga
Gotta sure we all eat my nigga
Tired of saying RIP to the
So I'm praying for the day when I free my
On
Shine my
through the hard times my nigga
Gotta sure we all fine
let these niggas know
Baby it's our uhh
2]
I've been looking for the 1 plus 9
Bill, bill, bill-ion I need
Finesse for the check wine and these hoes
So I spit game, fuck and consign hoes
Fuck a fake
I a foe
A nigga chic must be from a 'go
Love priced
No for the low
It's in the wind
So the may blow like

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

On
Preach my
make sure we all eat my nigga
Tired of saying RIP to the
So I'm praying for the day I free my niggas
On
my nigga
Especially through the hard my nigga
Gotta make we all fine
Gotta let these know
Baby our time uhh