Luyện nghe bài hát Riesling, Rolling Papers

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