Luyện nghe bài hát Pound Cake

Couple investments, a few of 'em made some sense
Keep your two pennies, especially if you ain't made a
I the game and been getting publishing ever since
People that ain't a dollar will say they ain't convinced
When you ride to 7-11 on some handle
You can't vision how catchy hooks could a man to Mars
The problem is that y'all only just wanna hang with
Lauryn sing and I wanted to take the world from Nas
I but I still demand applause
I've given infinite gifts, I feel like Santa Clause
acting like girls I call it mano-pause
This the type of verse that I bet you that type of man would
I can't stop and give these haters what ask for
99 thousand or more inside a drawer
I'm the type to a passport on the dashboard, looking for a south of France shore to make a dash for
Feeling like Damon Dash been moving that
When times is I hit the freeway like it's Roc-A-Fella
It's a decade, get a clue that you could stop me never
You'd have a better chance of to stop a hot propeller
On a jet while smoking a cigarette, gasoline on ya hands
Kerosene on ya breath, oh yes I do it the best, get verses then you are blessed I do it for what it's and I'll never do it for less, stress
Never that, I know the album is than late
Looked quantity in the face and told it you're gonna
Send a to the people who push the culture straight, and those who culture hate I just hope you don't get to procreate
Met with some rappers that industry people rate
Met the Devil but said I wouldn't negotiate
Lyor made millions, Jay made
And if Cam made millions I'm feelin' like I can sure
-- see Mr. Koopa got 'em quite jealous
People that hang Mr. Koopa turn to sky dwellers
I'm from a city where the turn to pie sellers
And if any say they making millis then lie tellers

The will never cease
Your struggle look a puddle, my struggle look like a -- sheesh
I'm visualizing it clear like I'm Mr. Michael
either Jackson or Jordan I feel like Michael on beats
Could'a on a beach, instead I turn't to a beast
The clarity of my raps you'd think I speech
Saw me dirty my all over these Houston streets
The hundreds in my reach
The money stay on a
*Bark*, I know you hear them barkin'
That hype beasting is in what we call boppin'
I make I'm pay for all my words like a blog auction
And Go what she tells me when we blog shopping
I'm the type that'd make it and it a fee
And you the type make it they wouldn't take it for free
They look at you and they like "tell me what's in it for me" and wouldn't ya disc if you put it under their Christmas tree
Me, let's talk consistency
Consistently 'em feel like these other rappers ain't sick as me
I'm currently in city never get to see
The only suite that they'll see is a pack of swishas G
My OG be calling me to me that the streets miss me
He know I'm eating but the is I eat picky
Like PlayStation they pump fakin' and see quickly
The switched they'll always end up with a 360
Albums coming, I tell the doubters just wait till
Shot videos and you know that I'd waste a lens
They sleeping on me could that they never wake again
But they gotta be sleep when you're planning a rude

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

Hey yo Texas you the puzzles what I had to solve
Ya be bringing havoc like I had a mob
Had three enemies, so odds what I had to dodge
And now I'm riding in cars that like avatars
They ain't never had the soft never had the hard, try to make it sound deep to pretend they have a cause
Pushing yellow bricks, no, that's where you have to pause
Most of 'em and lying like the man on Oz
They lying to you, falsifying within little bars
probably try to tell you Tommy really had a job
Tell you how had to starve; how they had rob
I went to Heaven and took a blessing from the hand of God
Nah
Sorry I don't believe it
Don't believe what ya
Who the that achieved it?
Not them, we did
Irrelevance is as relevant as the person that said it, and you ain't never did anything, you ever forget it
That you can dead it
You your mothers car and put half a tank of unleaded