Luyện nghe bài hát SDL

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