Luyện nghe bài hát SDL

I hard for everything, so why not salute?
They say a pays baby, all I got is proof
And a Sweedish broad badder than my bitch
rolled, you smell it when it aint lit
She cook well, but she give me sweet brain
Make a rapper turn like T-Pain
Got her stayin up late; wakin up,
And to think this the life I chose?
Arguing with attendants whove my flight clothes
And every girl I f**k, feel like her might know
Smokin on the sweetest of smells, my come in barrels
f**k wit bitches who fiend for Gucci in need for
n**ga, Im high off so my eyes low
Cant to see whats in the future but I drive slow
And for the picture
Hated, now they say I miss like mister
All of this
Oh you, got me
And all of this dreamin, Im to
life like, the weekend
Dont know where Im
Im gone, On to
Show you
Yeah Ive been livin,
Dreamin Livin
I go to sleep with a of a Porche on my wall
n**ga Im tryna come up on
Pop the trunk n front of my car, in front of your
She her decision to f**k wit ya
I think it of the
Possibility of it courtside, ringside, front row of anything
Livin my life in this dream
goin so good I swear
Airplanes stack change wit the gang,
Wings spread over cities, leave shadows
I care less industry mingling
was WWF wrestlers, court judges and cross dressers
I got cross-trainers, Nike, SB
n**gas cant fill my shoes Ima MC
I had a that I caked up
Tried to roll a joint, and count a million I wake up
YESSSS!!! n**ga!
All of this
Oh you, got me
And all of dreamin, Im supposed to
Live life like, the
know where Im goin
some , want to , see me, succeeding,
but ive been livin,
Smokin Livin
All of this
Oh you, got me
And all of this dreamin, Im to
Live like, the weekend
Dont where Im goin
Some Dont To ,
See Me
But ive been livin,
Dreamin Livin