Luyện nghe bài hát Roasted

It's been a let me get with it as I roll up
Niggas been on trade like whats the hold up
My mission 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 building I'm a threat
Been doing this here for a considered a vet
A lot of want me to fail cause they know that I'm next
That's damn near this game ain't got rid of me yet
I fell off and I still regaining my steps
time around Ima give my all till I'm gaspin for breath
I stay silent on a lot of quiet is kept
But I know too many niggas with silent success
So I write it all down to get it off my
The weed we break it all down to get off the
Niggas (fuck em) cause they know that we the best
It ain't my fault I do this shit breakin a sweat

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

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

The more I smoke the the doobie 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 spitta you shall forever remain
with out a
Lames what I claim
Upset they all throw up my set from the of my car
Seats butter
Bitches crumbling nuggets I'm lovely and blessed
and bubbies I'm enjoying a lemon press
not that made crap
squeeze these lemons theyselves
The hearts of melt
When trillin lyrics are
Olympic swimming in bitches Micheal slash phelps
bread, weed money
tree slang for (fuck em)
Get it crackin lobsters ice vodka and the bongs bubblin

Im just laid back chillin
Living like a villian
High off this shit
No lie im im so roasted
Money, bitches,
Veuve-Clicquot, a few
Bring em through my ups and
is like a roller coaster

I'm just back chillin 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
Life is a roller coaster

[Young
Me a record deal yeah
They said i get it
My homie Ferris told me you couldnt for a living, But
richard porter money had a nigga driven
And word to my nigga i was buggin for a minute
But look how the tables turned, they still
Then flew me from Kenner to NY city (yeah)
My uncle told me let the sky be ya
I was cool a kid in the kitchen who was a chemist, (yup)
As far as bread, my momma told me to make
So its in my bank account and money in my denims, (yup)
In school them girls use to blow me kisses
But its money over
all about his benji's
Shout out to Spitta, wear us out like Fendi
Lets hit the Chi where the much windy
But me, I'm the dirty, the dingy, the south
everywhere we at we smokin out

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