Luyện nghe bài hát Stay

Peace to the Percenters,
online engine
Shout to them niggas, family men, bringin' home
out for desperate lonely women, hurt ya happy home
Miserable and alone, kissable, nice to
She not the type of a throne
Her is her curse, she fuck for shoes and a purse
me a movie first, can watch you on my phone
I in Barcelona
I spend some nights in
Feel a knight from England
what I named my son: Knight
He was born to be one, that's how my was won
White 740
licked by an angel's
I'm dangerous son, she got a man, a famous one
Honey be watchin', she got a lot of options
Hard to make up her mind decidin' which to rock with
Hot to death, pickings, but I'm not impressed
She got the hottest sex, so I guess just...

ven though don't like you, next Friday night can't wait to fight you
Locked up I would knife you, fuck with you
Last month I even bucked at you, you got
I felt bad, wait, do I got for you?
I kill you, but do I got love for you?
I want you dead under 6 of soil
At the same time, want you here to witness me you in misery
We hate other, but it's love, what a thug mystery
ago they ate the heart of a slain enemy
We enemies, but your hatred never enter me
Some seek fame cause need validation
Some say is confused admiration
Spotlight on me, I still look
Still get money, lady pushin' a Bentley
Maybe could see too much of they failures through a nigga who realer
I don't you near bruh, but I need you to...