Luyện nghe bài hát On Fleek

1]
All we ever knew was hard boy
I want all my to shine hard boy
From the ship to the field to the boy
To it rain to get out the drought boy
I say we out
to that welfare
Way too poor niggas live here
Too broke, can't fix, can't build
this dope, but sorry you can't deal here
This one for the bad queens that gotta ass
that 9 to 5 ain't really about to make cash
But that fat back may get ass a Maybach
Stack that cash Uncle Sam can't that
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 most and so my word is

On
Preach my
Gotta make we all eat my nigga
Tired of RIP to the street
So I'm praying for the day when I my niggas
On
my nigga
Especially through the hard times my
Gotta make we all fine
Gotta let these know
Baby it's our uhh
2]
I've looking for the 1 plus 9 zeros
Bill, bill, bill-ion I need
Finesse for the check and dine these hoes
So I spit game, and consign these hoes
Fuck a fake
I a foe
A nigga that chic 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 bullets so I the lord
I guess heaven wasn't for the boy
So I make my dough heavy just to spread the
so cripsy cause of all the cream
Cash everything around my team
If one stress, we all
If one blessed, we all
seeming we dreaming
And that's why I'm on chief

On
my nigga
Gotta sure we all eat my nigga
Tired of RIP to the street
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
Gotta let these niggas
Baby it's our uhh