Luyện nghe bài hát Penthouse

Lately I got this
My niggas is to get it
It's written up in the
Made it from slimmer odds only God was with us
it nigga we did it, been picking the game apart
My response for critics is spitting it the heart
Ain't no involved
They feel it, I'm to make niggas fold
Something in the water got me floating like the work across the
I wonder how we making it home?
I'm no angel, I got an
Back to the crib, bitch I'm tryna get you naked and
She's no angel, but the blow she's a snow angel
The of taking her home
She said, "You my eye and my ears
You speak sincere, write
your t's and dot your i's
See my fears and read my
If steal and doctors lie
really left for you and I?
(What's left for you and I?)"
Trust, shit I know too much about it
We can take leap of faith

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

And I just up my mama, she missing her son
I've been pulling all-nighters and the sun
I heard it gets to some
The bigger the light, the quicker they
They exit life, just as quick as they come
I'm numb to it like a to the gums
I get to it, as quick as it comes
As as it comes now
I wish niggas so addicted to power
I wish heaven had visiting
I wish we could hit the Ave we used to
Dime, nickel, 20 bag we used to
Ride with my dawgs, cross the States
Die by my word, an author's fate
So how your shoulders holding up fine,
I got the of the world on mine, I'm straight
Now pay your dues til your dues
Play your til your role change, nigga rotate
'Rari or Jaguar, switching lanes
Call me for NASCAR, Bassy a star
Gassin' the track I'm running propane
Lapping these niggas and a bitch
Made it out the city, look
I brought all my with me
And I gotta thank God for the we missed
Gotta thanks mom dukes, gotta pops too
They say possible
My like apostles, believe in me
Don't how to quit, that's 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 flood
Pray for the rain, gotta with mud too
deal with slugs who
Lay six feet, try to get you
love you
And hug you, they sing praises
They wear their faces
I see 'em acting
Just the walking
Ain't nothin' real 'em
talk about us
Spill heart up out us
spill they're hearts
But what's her name
We 'bout lames again
pretend I'm entertained
I'm staying
I'm going through the
I'm still the
Everybody feel you, feel your pain
Go on, go on, out, hold on to you
Go on, go on, out, hold on

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