Luyện nghe bài hát On God

(I'm on LA time. 6am flight.) I figured i put out somethin' 'fore this shit (P2). [?]

My niggas got grams, my got checks
Just counted another hundred, you niggas stressed
I'ma smoke a pound and down the rest
Niggas iffy, got my glizzy, I just a vest
I pray to God that I don't die
We gon' somebody cry tonight
Them niggas with you, they ridin' right
Ain't got no to hate on nobody, I got a life
Bitch, I'm on the Forbes for real
Mazzetti or the Porche just to
Honestly, I could have bought niggas
Traumatized, I know how a really feel
I stand your casket, make sure that you gone
We flocked and run in houses when home
If you put out a hit, they gon' your song
If you me on a record, we follow you home
Uh, it do? What's goodie?
I ain't got to pull it out, I throw shit right through my hoodie
I be on the with the fully, I got grams all in my pocket, gettin' jail calls from bully
30 side trappin', I'll never forget
on my side, forever gon' get cooked
Promoter with the Yolla, forever gon' get
Kidnapped 'em for paper, whoever gon' get took
On God, threw my hood up on the freshman
Real niggas by me, I can't next to suckers
I just found out got a leather bubble
Go to with my chain on, I need an extra cover
I'm the one in the Lex coupe, jump out in a suit
strings tied tight, run up, I'ma stretch you
The plug tried to call me, up like,