Luyện nghe bài hát Stick to the Models

Ayy, bro, is that
ATL Jacob, ATL
Yeah,
Went through the clouds, ain't I never, never down
comin' down, oh
Yeah yeah,

Told my to find us a bitch we can fuck on together tomorrow
Fuckin' my up,
a brick up, yeah, go'n and hop on a charter
I go to sprintin', I go to off for cash, yeah, I'm not a jogger
I went to Neptune, I went to Mars, yeah, get hotter than lava
'Cause I'm in mode,
everything on go, I got a deal my goggles
Suicide doors, oh, reachin' my goals, thankin' my father
I'm on my grind, ain't no slowin' down, I put up the bottle
I'm on that pretty boy shit, yeah, I'ma stick to the models

I'ma stick to the models and hit it
I'ma just to the guala and get it
I can't up short, I'm goin' to get it
I can to keep all my bitches
I got her up, she bad and sadity
I got my weight up, I'm my city
I got vicarious, my ears, blurry
Put up, no worries, she she insured
I keep it real, ain't absurd
I the feelin' of drankin' on syrup
Put up M's, my Federal Reserve
Tell you the truth, I got caught in the
Tell you the truth, I come up from the
She with no panties, a lil' bitty skirt
I hit it on Xanax and I it squirt
A really rich nigga, and I'm goin'

Told my bitch to find us a we can fuck on together tomorrow
my wrist up,
fuckin' a brick up, yeah, and hop on a charter
I go to sprintin', I go to off for cash, yeah, I'm not a jogger
I went to Neptune, I went to Mars, yeah, streets get than lava
'Cause I'm in mode,
everything on go, I got a deal my goggles
Suicide doors, oh, reachin' my goals, my heavenly father
I'm on my grind, ain't no slowin' down, I put up the bottle
I'm on that boy shit, yeah, I'ma just stick to the models

I got two blonde snow
Sendin' me to the 'Gram
I got bitches, they linin' up
They wanna fuck me 'cause who I am
I fucked them gold bitches
I will love her or trust her, but pay her
Lookin' out for her, but ain't takin' of her
She it ain't no way in hell
I keep it real you, keep it real with me
all we can do
Know how to deal with you, know how to with me
get wet as a pool
We call it fair
When it down to my bros and swappin' the hoes
I send my main thang to get main thang
We fuck that ho on the low

Told my to find us a bitch we can fuck on together tomorrow
my wrist up,
fuckin' a brick up, yeah, go'n and hop on a
I go to sprintin', I go to take off for cash, yeah, I'm not a
I went to Neptune, I went to Mars, yeah, streets get than lava
'Cause I'm in mode,
everything on go, I got a with my goggles
Suicide doors, oh, my goals, thankin' my heavenly father
I'm on my grind, no slowin' down, I done put up the bottle
I'm on that pretty boy shit, yeah, just stick to the models

I it real, ain't talkin' absurd
I lost the of drankin' on syrup
Put up them M's, my Federal
Tell you the truth, I got in the urge
Two blonde bunnies
me pics to the 'Gram
Deal you
Who know how to with you, know how to deal with me
get wet as a pool
Who how to
with you