Luyện nghe bài hát Riesling, Rolling Papers

This is why they f-ck with me: right the head
I tell em I gotta leave I'm trying to stay sucker-free
say I'm a dog, well that makes them a f-cking flea
And now I understand why ass is so stuck on me
Luckily, I be feeling good in my bucket
Motivation: my coupe cost a buck 03
Mind of a player: you could suck a D
I'ma reach my goal and you ain't gon take this from me
Coco Loso in my Cup
You could say whatever, just don't the family up
Who f-ck with me? Everybody hand be up
But when we set the date, bet these niggas me up
I'm down to like gravity, but man we up
Women get around me and they cannot keep their up
Your boy drop jewels, you niggas 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 up niggas who can wrap weed
And I ain't saying I"m exactly what rap
I'm a swagged-out nigga in a Rapide
With a 3-year old, that I'm trying to be for
to the riches, and my gift is my vehicle
And I ain't talking about that Aston Martin
Even I bought that for my birthday
The lines I come up, they pass the
Yeah, I my best shit on my worst day
And that's the shit that you richer
Turn a negative a positive: get the picture?
People say I changed; it's not me, it's the
It's the middle of the but they got me where it's sunny
And I'm not just being funny, I know no way
Let's just finish up Riesling and roll another J