Luyện nghe bài hát Penthouse

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

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

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

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