Luyện nghe bài hát Same Clothes As Yesterday

I show these niggas what I'm everyday
I thank cause he keep me blessed man
get murked everyday
My people gone
Cause they made me
Even that they hurt everyday
Told my I'm a be somebody
But she me to go to church everyday
I'm making things work
I'm getting to food that's booster flow
I'm waking everybody up that's rooster
And you ain't now you [?]
You ain't fly, you just
I'm in the backseat of a jeep
classy
Niggas wanna me (ay)
Acting like they at me (ay)
But do is at me (ay)
Fly as I'm to be
Y'all just some to be, lines in my holster
I ain't got time to be for groceries (ay)
been so good to me
I've in ovaries
Got so many like I've been in Jodeci (ay)
And so many relationships
I still ain't as wise as to be
Devil be these rappers and [?]
Man it's how niggas need devil worship to keep up
Cheap stuff, I'm so 301 mo, my cuffed
like I'm a Brooklyn prince
I don't know what I'm on the of
rap tours like I'm Rookie Vince
My mom had a stroke ten ago
She been cooking since I tell her

All my stay
Wildin' in bitch
All bullshit happened
I still smile through the
I ain't really even supposed to here
They don't want me
But I ain't bout to leave (what what what)
All my stay
Wildin' in bitch
All bullshit happened
I still through the shit
I really really even supposed to here
They don't me here
But I bout to leave here (what what what)

I don't give a fuck shit my nigga
I don't give a about shit
I don't a fuck about shit my nigga

I'm 'round and my car's low
what you waiting for
Big dick in her
I got a big ego hoe
Ridin' 'round and my high
And her thighs
I fuck that right
Wildin' out, I make her mine
blow her high
Go kill a nigga, be a real
Still rock put it for a kill
trust a hoe cause she's gon' fuck whoever feels bigger
See seat to my nigga
Big sunnies he beat
I don't give no
I might just come around start heatin'
You fake ass rap
Big Reese might slap niggas
All you my children now
But I even 'bout to tax niggas
her ride her passion (ay)
All gain no action (ay)
No no feel no of way
Momma you better pray
For these little D.C. boys, you get hit with a stray
parked at MLK, they'll just give us any day
Man a lot been on my mind, like how y'all when I die
Everybody gon' cry, go head build my shrine

All my niggas
in this bitch
All this bullshit
I still smile through shit
I really really even supposed to here
They want me here
But I bout to leave here (what what what)
All my stay
Wildin' in bitch
All this happened
I still smile through this
I ain't really even supposed to here
don't want me here
But I don't bout to leave here (what what)

I don't give a fuck shit my nigga
I give a fuck about shit