Luyện nghe bài hát Pound Cake / Paris Morton Music 2

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

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

After hours of Il
Or Sotto, just talkin' about women and vino
The contract like '91 Dan
I swear this got Rapino boostin' my ego
Overly focused, it's far the time to rest now
growing 'bout who they think is the best now
Took a while, got the jokers out of the now
I'm holdin' all the and niggas wanna play chess now
I you talkin', say it twice so I know you meant it
Fuck it, I don't even tint it, 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, they went on to be accountants
Or work their parents, but thinkin' back on how they treated me
My high school reunion might be worth an
everybody have to go through security clearance
Tables turn, burn, you live and learn
the ink, I could murder word to my nigga Irv
Yeah, I swear shit just clickin' dog
You know it's real when you are who you you are

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

Uh, I had Benzes 'fore you had
The all black Maybach but I'm not a
Inside's whiter than Perry's face is
Yellow diamonds in my
I just might to speak Mandarin
for the yen that I'm handlin'
International Hov, that's my
My saint's Sean Don, a candle
El Santo on the mantle
'Case y'all know, I speak Spanish too
to Worldwide Wes
Everywhere we go we leave a mess
Yes, still Roc La
a lot about you if you not feelin' us
The homie "Hov, there ain't many of us"
I told him less is more, nigga it's of us

Cash everything around me
C.R.E.A.M. get the money, bill 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 never let you 'round
at my neck, I got a carrot cake
Now the icing on the cake
Cake, cake-cake,
Uh I'm just gettin' started, oh yeah we got it
I've done made more millionaires the lotto did
Dame millions, Bigg made millions
Ye made millions, made millions
Lyor made millions, Cam made
tell you if he wasn't in his feelings
I'm in my bag
My bloodshot but my jet don't lag
A pair of Jordan 3's tryna chase this
Gucci air bag just in we crash
Uh, last night was mad
I'm out of Advil, Jesus grab the wheel

Yeah uh, look, all that happy to be here shit that y'all want me on
I'm the big homie, they still be lil' bro me dog
Like I should fall in line, like I should niggas
When I'm 'bout to drop somethin' crazy and I say I'm the greatest of my
I should be dressin' different
Like I should be aggressive and pessimistic
Like I should be way nervous and less dismissive
Like I be on my best behavior
And not my shit and do it major 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 it better
Like I didn't that clearer this year
Like I feel, I don't know, guilty for saying that
They should put a couple more mirrors in here so I can stare at
These are usually just some thoughts that I share with myself
But I "Fuck it"
It's it to share 'em with someone else more than Paris for once
I text her time to time, she a mom now
I sometimes life forces us to calm down
I told her she could live with me if she to
I got a compound but I think straight
Cause she supported since Hot Beats right before Wayne
And got me out of the backroom where I was rapping with Jas over beats I have in the hopes for the glory
He walked past in the hallway 3 months later I'm his artist
He probably wouldn't remember that
But that shit with me
couldn't believe when he called me
You know, it could happen to you
And I spent four Ferraris all on a brand new Bugatti
And did that shit cause it's something to do,
I guess its just who I dog
Nothing was the dog