Luyện nghe bài hát Penthouse

Lately I got feeling
My is meant to get it
written up in the stars
Made it from slimmer odds when God was with us
Fuck it nigga we did it, picking the game apart
My response for critics is spitting it from the
Ain't no involved
They feel it, I'm 'bout to make niggas
Something in the water got me floating like the across the boat
Girl I how we making it home?
I'm no angel, I got an
Back to the crib, bitch I'm get you naked and bone
She's no angel, but the blow she's a snow angel
The dangers of taking her
She said, "You caught my eye and my
You sincere, write precise
Cross t's and dot your i's
See my and read my mind
If lawyers and doctors lie
What's really for you and I?
(What's left for you and I?)"
Trust, I don't know too much about it
We can take this of faith

But I don't feel the bottom, no
I don't wanna the bottom, no
Girl I don't wanna the bottom, no
I wanna feel the bottom, no
I don't wanna feel the bottom

And I just up my mama, she missing her son
I've been all-nighters and missing the sun
I heard it gets to some
The bigger the light, the quicker come
They exit your life, as quick as they come
I'm numb to it a brick to the gums
I get to it, just as as it comes
As quick as it now
I wish niggas wasn't so to power
I heaven had visiting hours
I we could hit the Ave like we used to
Dime, nickel, 20 bag we used to
Ride with my dawgs, moving cross the
Die by my word, an author's fate
So how your holding up fine, great?
I got the weight of the on mine, I'm straight
Now pay your dues til your dues
Play your til your role change, nigga rotate
or Jaguar, switching forth lanes
Call me for NASCAR, Bassy a star
the track like I'm running propane
Lapping niggas and jealousy's a bitch
Made it out the city, look
I all my niggas with me
And I gotta thank God for the felonies we
Gotta mom dukes, gotta thanks pops too
They say anything
My squad like apostles, in me
Don't know how to quit, a fiend to me
Yeah, my flood proof
Pray for the rain, gotta with mud too
Gotta with slugs who
Lay six feet, try to get you
My niggas proof
Pray for the rain, gotta with mud too
Gotta deal with who
Lay six feet, try to get you
love you
And hug you, they sing praises
wear their faces backwards
Still I see 'em
the walking reenactment
Ain't real about 'em
Niggas about us
they're heart up out us
They they're hearts
But what's her again?
We talking lames again
pretend I'm entertained
I'm staying
I'm going the changes
I'm still the
Everybody feel you, feel your pain
Go on, go on, steal out, on to you
Go on, go on, out, hold on

I don't wanna feel the bottom, no
I don't feel the bottom
Said I wanna feel the bottom, no
I don't feel the bottom