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 know
God is great and the paper
If you ain't a real nigga let me demonstrate

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

Troy Ave the wave, all these niggas
styles, flows all across the board
Why I find friends like me Lord?
love, loyal like a dog
I ain't got a 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 buyin bigger clips
Runnin down on with a fuckin 30
Make sure they feel it, ya fuckin me
Blowin on (ballies?), headin out the door
I leave baby ask me what you tryna know
My favourite is dough, favourite word is "no"
colour white, it represent the blow

On my birthday lookin 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

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

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

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

On my looking like I hit the lotto
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 heart in my
My pop now I'm shootin like Russell West
Guarantee I'm scorin, young ballin
You'll about it one of these mornings
And ain't no real niggas
Let one come see me even I'm tourin
Ain't the first time, I been it often
in the shine, still issue coffins
Ave...