Luyện nghe bài hát On My Birthday

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

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

On my birthday 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

Ave the wave, all these niggas shores
Biting styles, flows all the board
Why I can't friends like me Lord?
Genuine love, like a dog
I ain't got a on a few Vs
I got no loot, spent it on a few keys
Real dealers know work worth more cash
for Coke, 400 bagged
Traffic out of state for the flip
In a small town buyin bigger
Runnin on niggas with a fuckin 30
Make sure they feel it, ya fuckin me
on these (ballies?), headin out the door
Before I leave baby ask me what you know
My thing is dough, favourite word is "no"
colour white, it represent the blow

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

On my birthday like 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

Boy Troy a real gun clapper
Don't ask me bout no bum
I only to my heart and my intuition
I'm only hearin valid shit, I ain't on no
women like ya boy gofer
Then I drive em crazy so I'm loafers
My newest boo to wear a lot of Fendi
She like the 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 when I'm
sweatsuit on me it's velour
I sweatin though, I'm finessin boy
Fuckin some gangsta shit the long way
All about the money my song say

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

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

Big and the big heart 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 ain't no real mournin
Let one come see me even when I'm
Ain't the first time, I been it often
Immersed in the shine, issue coffins
Ave...