Luyện nghe bài hát On My Birthday

Ay who celebratin a
A one two, a one two
Countin
Not bad for a from the mud
I'm a pretty thug

On my looking like I hit the lotto
Free money, free my dawgs out the yall
God is and the paper straight
If you ain't seen a real let me demonstrate

On my birthday looking like I hit the
Free money, free my out the yall know
God is great and the straight
If you seen a real nigga let me demonstrate

Troy Ave the wave, all niggas shores
Biting styles, all across the board
Why I find friends like me Lord?
Genuine love, loyal a dog
I got a roof on a few Vs
I got no loot, spent it on a few keys
Real dealers work worth more than cash
for Coke, 400 bagged
Traffic out of for the bigger flip
In a small town buyin bigger
Runnin down on niggas with a 30
Make sure they feel it, ya fuckin me
Blowin on these (ballies?), headin out the
Before I leave ask me what you tryna know
My favourite thing is dough, word is "no"
Favourite white, it represent the blow

On my birthday lookin I hit the lotto
Free money, my dawgs out the yall know
God is great and the paper
If you ain't seen a nigga let me demonstrate

On my birthday lookin like I hit the
Free money, free my dawgs out the know
God is and the paper straight
If you ain't seen a real nigga let me

Boy Troy a real gun clapper
Don't ask me bout no bum
I only listen to my and my intuition
I'm only valid shit, I ain't on no fiction
Getting like ya boy gofer
Then I em crazy so I'm wearin loafers
My newest boo to wear a lot of Fendi
She like the Grand Marnier that I mix Henny
Legs the ass she for real thick
Hoppin out my whip, hoppin on my
Ride for me baby, til you cum
stop when you tired, stop when I'm done
Versace on me it's velour
I sweatin though, I'm finessin boy
Fuckin with some gangsta shit the way
All about the money my song say

On my birthday looking like I hit the
Free money, my dawgs out the yall know
God is great and the straight
If you ain't seen a real nigga let me

On my birthday looking like I hit the
Free money, free my dawgs out the know
God is great and the paper
If you seen a real nigga let me demonstrate

Big bread and the big in my chest
My pop gone now I'm shootin Russell West
Guarantee I'm scorin, young nigga
You'll hear it one of these mornings
And no real niggas mournin
Let one come see me when I'm tourin
Ain't the first time, I been through it
Immersed in the shine, still coffins
Ave...