Luyện nghe bài hát Paris Morton Music 2

"Good God Almighty, back in the old days
You know, years ago they had the A&R men to tell you to play
How to it and you know whether it's disco and rock
But um, we just in the studio and we did it
We had in the studio, of course, you know
Compliments of the company, and we just back and did it
So we you enjoy listening to this album half as much
As we playing it for you, because we had a ball
Only real music is last
All the bullshit is here today and gone tomorrow"

rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M. get the money, dolla-dolla y'all

After hours of Il
Or Sotto Sotto, just talkin' women and vino
The contract '91 Dan Marino
I this got Michael Rapino boostin' my ego
Overly focused, it's far from the time to now
Debates growing 'bout who they think is the now
Took a while, got the jokers out of the now
I'm holdin' all the cards and wanna play chess now
I hear you talkin', say it twice so I know you it
Fuck it, I don't even it, they should know who's in it
I'm authentic, real name, no
No game, no scrimmage, I ain't with you niggas at all
My classmates, went on to be chartered accountants
Or work with their parents, but thinkin' on how they treated me
My high school reunion might be worth an
Make everybody have to go through security
Tables turn, bridges burn, you and learn
With the ink, I could word to my nigga Irv
Yeah, I swear shit started clickin' dog
You know it's real you are who you think you are

Cash everything around me
C.R.E.A.M. get the money, dolla-dolla y'all
Cash everything around me
C.R.E.A.M. get the money, dolla-dolla bill

Uh, I had Benzes 'fore you had
The all black Maybach but I'm not a
Inside's whiter Katy Perry's face is
Yellow in my Jesús
I just might learn to Mandarin
Japanese for the yen that I'm
Hov, that's my handle
My Sean Don, light a candle
El Santo on the mantle
y'all didn't know, I speak Spanish too
Shoutout to Wes
we go we leave a worldwide mess
Yes, still Roc La
Says a lot about you if you not us
The homie said "Hov, there many of us"
I him less is more, nigga it's plenty of us

Cash rules everything me
C.R.E.A.M. get the money, dolla-dolla y'all

Cake, cake-cake, cake-cake,
500 million, I got a pound
Niggas is frontin', that's cake
Get 'em a red nose, they clown
They shoulda let you 'round cake
Look at my neck, I got a carrot
Now here's the icing on the
Cake, cake-cake,
Uh I'm just started, oh yeah we got it bitch
I've made more millionaires than the lotto did
made millions, Bigg made millions
Ye made millions, Just made
Lyor made millions, Cam millions
tell you if he wasn't in his feelings
I'm in my bag
My bloodshot but my jet don't lag
A of Jordan 3's tryna chase this cash
air bag just in case we crash
Uh, night was mad trill
I'm out of Advil, Jesus grab the wheel

Yeah uh, look, fuck all that happy to be here shit that want me on
I'm the big homie, they still be lil' bro me dog
I should fall in line, like I should alert niggas
When I'm 'bout to drop somethin' crazy and I say I'm the greatest of my
Like I should be different
Like I should be less and pessimistic
Like I should be way more nervous and less
Like I should be on my behavior
And not talk my shit and do it like the niggas who paved the way for us
Like I didn't the game to the letter
And understand that I'm not doin' it the same, man, I'm doin' it
Like I didn't make that this year
Like I should feel, I don't know, for saying that
They should put a more mirrors in here so I can stare at myself
These are usually just some thoughts I would share with myself
But I "Fuck it"
It's worth it to share 'em with else more than Paris for once
I text her time to time, she a mom now
I guess life forces us to calm down
I her she could live with me if she need to
I got a but I think she's straight
Cause she supported since Hot Beats right before Wayne
And got me out of the backroom where I was with Jas over beats I shouldn't have in the hopes for the glory
He walked right in the hallway 3 months later I'm his artist
He probably wouldn't that story
But shit stick with me
Always couldn't believe he called me
You never know, it happen to you
And I spent four Ferraris all on a brand new Bugatti
And did that shit it's something to do, yeah
I its just who I became dog
Nothing was the dog