Luyện nghe bài hát Options

1]
Don't test me it get
But my she never stress me when she text me
(Yesterday my empty)
Now hefty
I eating like a king homie get the check please, ya
I got though under pressure
We gon' make fucking diamonds
Rolly on my wrist that shit gon' tell me the time is
I workin' hard so I got all of these options
Yaa, ya

Options, I got options
I'ma run up on you in a pit
Yeah, when i that guala clock in
Please don't try to me, this right here is my shit

2]
Find me in the in the same old whip (yoom)
Tired of the radio the same old
Now I'm steady catching man they came so quick
They were for a minute now the game so lit
Oh shit, ya, they wanna see me gettin' bands now
wanna be my mans now
I do shit alone don't need a handout
I ain't stressin' all these clones, I I stand out

Options, I got options
run up on you in a mosh pit
Yeah, i need that guala clock in
Please don't try to stop me, this here is my shit

3]
Don't do this for my city, they give a fuck about me
They ain't see it coming, they think I'm really out here
But I don't really it now, I'm just steady finessin' now
I'm in the final stretch and I know this is a blessing
I God for the moments that I have, and I
Can't stop 'til I my path
Now I'm like I'm never gonna die
I been tee'd up yea they told me my time
Now I'm and I got

Options, homie I got
I'ma run up on you in a pit
Yeah, when i need that guala in
Please don't try to stop me, this here is my shit

Options, homie I got
run up on you in a mosh pit
Yeah, i need that guala clock in
Please don't try to stop me, this here is my shit