Luyện nghe bài hát Stay Fly

I stay fly, until I die
I gotta stay fly, I die
I gotta fly, until I die
I gotta stay fly, I die

me the juice and you know I'm a stunt
Ride in the car with some bump in the
Tone in my lap and you it's the pump
Breakin' the good weed rollin' the blunt
Ghetto tight girls say I'm the man
Ice on the with the ice in the chains
Ridin' through the hood got me the grain
And I'm sippin' the same while I'm the lanes
real tight 'cause I'm chokin' the creep
Vision messed up 'cause I'm the lean
Messing D boys riding them big toys
Make main gal wanna get on my team
She give it up before she get in my car
I Denzel but I know I'm a star
'Cause when I'm in the I be back in the far
In the VIP everybody in the bar

DJ is a dog one you do not trust
You your green around me
Nigga your gonna get lit up
You leave your drink me
Believe drink gonna get drunk up
You leave girl around me
And she bad she gonna get
These is spies we living it live keep them nice tires
around what they like
Make a couple of nuns a couple of
It's purple purp purple purple and swallow it down
With the yurple yip yip yurples, it's goin' down!

I stay fly, until I die
I stay fly, until I die

Puff puff pass nigga that blunt
get high nigga smoke us one
Car pull out the
Niggas can't stand it but them gon' come out
Just really wanna my weed
Fuck hoes and stack my cheese

Stop at the and pause on 3
Hit the and it be all on me
But keep one eye out for the po-po
Close the window when I roll the
Know they mad I roll the Benzo
It's that purple not
Three 6 and they my kin folks
So I'm in Memphis, Ten-a-key
I just might not my own
'Cause them niggas let me smoke for free

up Mary (How you doin'?)
Mary (Stanky nigga)
Since I met you girl you ruined my brain (Ruined my brain)
You my heart (You stole my heart)
Right from the start (Right the start)
So I broke you down lil mama and hit you in the (hit you in the dark)

I gotta fly, until I die
I stay fly, until I die

Front row full of that
Leave the club of rolls 8 mo
Yo girlfriend wanna with me
In the car wit a pimp where she ta be
You met no dudes spittin' cold as me
With a bag of that cost six-fifty
Have a nigga who Reggie Miller
and choking constantly
Tastes like fruit you hit it
Gotta have to get it
all night, sleep all day
That should be the way
Roll shit, light that shit,
Hit shit, hold that shit,
Blow that out slow
Then it to me bro

MJ sprinkle in some of that
Super incredible, leave a nigga runnin'
Where the nigga really sticky number at
Cuttin' through the like a lumberjack
In the morning what I need is to breath again a lot of weed
But maybe somebody can give me what I need when I want no less the best of the trees
DJ and Juicy J, 8-ball and M-J-G
And Young Buck we don't a fuck
We must this Tennessee
We drink a whole lot of
Nigga got a little on his chest
And we be like Bill Clinton take it out ya mouth
We'll shoot it right on yo chest

I stay fly