Luyện nghe bài hát Slippin

I'm slippin', I'm
I get up
I'm slippin', I'm
I get up
But I'm slippin', I'm
I get up
I'm slippin', I was
Yeah I bet get up
I'm slippin', I'm
I I'm gettin' up
I'm slippin', I'm
I get up
But I'm slippin', I'm
I get up

Use that money for
Them same ones that up with me hatin'
When money talkin', it can change a
They'd rather see me locked in shackles, me take off
I'm dedicated, but I'm out of patience
Hopin' these pain take away frustration
We drinkin' lean and up until the eighth gone
On medication, me and Satan

Okay that lean had me slippin', damn dawg you
Had to tell my and stay focused on the mission
Now we at the Grammys, started in the
And I brought the family, them other niggas
Cause ain't nobody listen when I told 'em I blow
Now the VIP be every city that I go
Shorty she like my style, I be thinkin', "Yeah I know"
Would've never gave me play back in the day I was broke
So I hard, post it on the 'Gram just to motivate 'em
When you're gettin' money, niggas' broke, they to hate it
Hurt my when I seen my closest homie caught the vapors
Gotta watch 'em closely, backstabbers poke me
Shot me, brought me down on my knees, tried to Derrick me
Won 'em a ring, did me like I was Kobe
Talked down on me when they thought that I
You niggas crazy if you I would quit, no!

Use money for motivation
Them ones that came up with me hatin'
money talkin', it can change a conversation
They'd rather see me in shackles, watch me take off
I'm dedicated, but I'm out of patience
these pain pills take away frustration
We drinkin' lean and up until the 8th gone
On medication, me and Satan

Yo, bein' broke is so embarrassin', got sick of time
I took some to Maryland
Me and Leek, pounds of tree in the caravan
I ever wrote a rhyme, I had a scam
Might have young, but I had a plan
I wanted designer
Pooch was in the with a lot of coke
I wanted this money since a nose
We was in the staircase, watchin' driftin' off
Now it's Teterboro flyin' private jets, off
Tell the pilot I just need to know we about to land
I was watchin' Ds sendin' out them
Stashed a pieces in my Nike sock
could I like a cop
My man ain't know his used to like the cop
Damn,
A Cuban chain and a Rollie'll your man switch
Same one you flipped grams with and your sandwich
Meek told me just get this money and 'em
It's no debatin', if you broke we got no relation
Harlem!

Use that for motivation
Them same that came up with me hatin'
When money talkin', it can a conversation
They'd rather see me locked in shackles, me take off
I'm dedicated, but I'm runnin' out of
Hopin' these pain take away frustration
We drinkin' lean and up until the 8th gone
On medication, me and Satan