Luyện nghe bài hát Roasted

It's been a minute let me get with it as I up
Niggas been waiting on like whats the hold up
My only in life was to blow up they ask what I throw up
You know what I rep and I'm one of the
Supervillain in the I'm clearly a threat
Been doing this here for a minute a vet
A lot of want me to fail cause they know that I'm next
That's damn near impossible this game got rid of me yet
I fell off and I still regaining my steps
This time around Ima give my all till I'm for breath
I stay on a lot of shit quiet is kept
But I don't know too many niggas silent success
So I write it all to get it off my chest
The we break it all down to get off the stress
Niggas hate (fuck em) cause they that we the best
It ain't my fault I do shit without breakin a sweat

Im just laid back posted
living like a villian
High off this purple
No lie im flyin im so
Money, bitches, Testerossas,
Veuve-Clicquot, a few
Bring through my ups and downs
life is a roller coaster

Im just back chillin posted
Living like a villian
High off this shit
No lie im im so roasted
Money, bitches,
Veuve-clicquot, a few mimosas,
Bring you through my ups and downs life is like a roller

The more I smoke the smaller the get
They shots at the jets on some john woo movie shit
All I'm unscathed
Untouched on my way to the bank, what the
For tryna play spitta you shall remain
with out a
Lames know what I
Upset they all throw up my set the sunroof of my car
butter baguettes
Bitches crumbling I'm feeling lovely and blessed
and bubbies I'm enjoying a lemon press
not that made crap
They squeeze these theyselves
The hearts of women
trillin lyrics are felt
Olympic swimming in bitches slash leon phelps
High bread, money
tree slang for (fuck em)
Get it crackin like ice vodka and the bongs bubblin

Im laid back chillin posted
Living like a mostly
High off this purple
No lie im im so roasted
Money, bitches,
Veuve-Clicquot, a few
Bring em through my ups and
Life is like a coaster

I'm just laid back posted
Livin a villain mostly
High off this purple
No lie, I'm flyin, I'm so
Money, Bitches,
Veuve-Clicquot, a few
Bring em through my ups and
is like a roller coaster

[Young
Me with a record yeah
They i couldnt get it
My homie Ferris told me you couldnt for a living, But
That richard porter money had a driven
And word to my nigga stan i was buggin for a
But how the tables turned, they still spinnin
Then homie flew me Kenner to NY city (yeah)
My uncle me let the sky be ya limit
I was with a kid in the kitchen who was a chemist, (yup)
As far as bread, my told me to make plenty
So its money in my bank and money in my denims, (yup)
In high school them girls use to blow me
But its money bitches
Roddy all about his
out to Spitta, they wear us out like Fendi
Lets hit the Chi where the weather windy
But me, I'm the dirty, the dingy, the south
Where everywhere we at we out

Im just laid back chillin
like a villian mostly
High off purple shit
No lie im flyin im so
Money, bitches,
Veuve-Clicquot, a few
Bring em through my ups and downs life is like a coaster