Luyện nghe bài hát Riesling, Rolling Papers

This is why they f-ck with me: after the head
I tell em I gotta leave I'm trying to stay sucker-free
They say I'm a dog, well that makes them a f-cking
And now I why their ass is so stuck on me
Luckily, I be feeling good in my bucket
Thug Motivation: my cost a buck 03
of a hockey player: you could suck a D
I'ma reach my goal and you gon take this puck from me
Coco Loso in my Cup
You could say whatever, don't bring the family up
Who f-ck with me? Everybody hand be up
But we set the date, bet these niggas stand me up
I'm to earth like gravity, but man we up
Women get me and they cannot keep their panties up
boy drop jewels, you niggas should ante up
This is food for thought, you bitches fill the up
As I get older, I be looking at rap breeds:
A bunch of tatted up who can wrap weed
And I ain't saying I"m exactly rap needs
I'm a swagged-out nigga in a Rapide
With a 3-year old, I'm trying to be here for
to the riches, and my gift is my vehicle
And I ain't even talking about Aston Martin
Even though I bought that for my
The lines I come up, they pass the
Yeah, I write my shit on my worst day
And that's the that gets you richer
a negative into a positive: get the picture?
People say I changed; it's not me, the money
It's the of the winter but they got me where it's sunny
And I'm not just being funny, I know no way
Let's just finish up this Riesling and another J