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
I bet I'll 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 for motivation
same ones that came up with me hatin'
When talkin', it can change a conversation
They'd rather see me in shackles, watch me take off
I'm dedicated, but I'm runnin' out of
Hopin' these pills take away frustration
We drinkin' lean and pourin' up until the eighth
On medication, me and Satan

Okay that lean had me slippin', damn dawg you
Had to my niggas and stay focused on the mission
Now we at the Grammys, in the kitchen
And I brought the family, them other niggas
Cause ain't nobody when I told 'em I would blow
Now the VIP be crowded city that I go
Shorty said she my style, I be thinkin', "Yeah I know"
Would've never gave me play back in the day when I was
So I ball hard, post it on the 'Gram just to 'em
When you're gettin' money, niggas' broke, supposed to hate it
Hurt my heart 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 Rose me
Won 'em a ring, still did me like I was
Talked down on me when thought that I slipped
You crazy if you thought I would quit, no!

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

Yo, bein' broke is so embarrassin', got sick of time
I some packages to Maryland
Me and Leek, pounds of tree in the caravan
I ever wrote a rhyme, I had a scam
Might been young, but I had a plan
I wanted designer
Pooch was in the kitchen a lot of coke
I wanted money since a snotty nose
We was in the staircase, watchin' driftin' off
Now it's Teterboro flyin' private jets, off
Tell the I just need to know when we about to land
I was watchin' Ds sendin' out fiends
a couple pieces in my Nike sock
Never could I a cop
My man ain't know his used to like the cop
Damn,
A Cuban chain and a Rollie'll make your man
Same one you flipped grams with and split sandwich
Meek told me just get money and motivate 'em
It's no debatin', if you broke we ain't got no
Harlem!

Use that money for
Them same ones that up with me hatin'
money talkin', it can change 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 pills away frustration
We drinkin' lean and pourin' up the 8th gone
On medication, me and Satan