Luyện nghe bài hát SDL

I hard for everything, so why not salute?
They say a grind pays baby, all I got is
And a Sweedish badder than my main bitch
Cigarillo rolled, you it when it aint lit
She dont cook well, but she give me sweet
a rapper turn singer like T-Pain
Got her stayin up late; up, baked
And to think this the life that I
Arguing attendants whove shorted my flight clothes
And every girl I f**k, like her boyfriend might know
Smokin on the sweetest of smells, my weed in barrels
f**k wit bitches who for Gucci in need for Chanel
n**ga, Im off life so my eyes low
Cant wait to see whats in the future but I 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
Live like, the weekend
know where Im goin
Im gone, On to
Show you
Yeah Ive been livin,
Smokin Livin
I go to sleep with a picture of a Porche on my
n**ga Im tryna up on yall
Pop the n front of my car, in front of your broad
She reconsidering her to f**k wit ya
I think it of the
Possibility of it courtside, ringside, front row of anything
Livin my life simultaneously in dream
s**t goin so good I
stack change wit the gang, Taylor
Wings spread over cities, leave everywhere
I care less industry mingling
n**gas was WWF wrestlers, court judges and dressers
I got cross-trainers, Nike, SB
n**gas cant fill my Ima nicer 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 smokin
Oh you, got me
And all of this dreamin, Im to
Live life like, the
Dont know Im goin
dont , want to , see me, succeeding,
but ive been livin,
Smokin Livin
All of smokin
Oh you, got me
And all of this dreamin, Im to
Live like, the weekend
Dont know Im goin
Some Dont To ,
See Me
But ive been livin,
Smokin Livin