Luyện nghe bài hát Still

This a warnin' to all you haters out
All those that hate Maxo, man
You are like shit, blood is thicker than

All these five fingers are not
This they call Karma
What goes around, around
In this case, for
the money, Chase the money
You keep ballin'

Double doors and sold out shows (Uh huh)
Still 'bows and bustdown hoes (Hoes)
Still setting up traps and lending out (What)
Still hearing choppers, MACs, and .45 (Grr, du-du)
Gettin' paid off but still tote straps (Trap)
But I'll still rob the plug, he not tax (Gimme that)
Remember clothes, I ain't had shit (Maxo)
And I'm fuckin' up racks, hit up Saks (Maxo, Maxo)
totin' Glocks, still TECs, necks, hand chops (Uh)
Still fuck the opps, still 10110 Murder (For real)
Still cops
Still serving out the spot (Yew)
You can still shop, still molly, pot, crack (Ya dig)
told me, chill
'cause I'm fighting all felonies (Momma, what)
Still deals, vacuum seals, what you telling me? (Hahaha)
Brand new crib in the Hills Beverly
Still gangbang, I cripping like the elderlies (For real)
Still hit a stain, take a chain, ain't no me (Uh)
Maxo C, still the flyest Crip you seen (What)
Fredo ain't dead, cuz living through me (Yeah)
Still sippin' lean, take a with the codeine (Squad)
Still take you down for a pound, what they hit
(Gimme that, that)
Still move bales, I be posted at the Citgo (Yeah)
Same clientele, more Js a shoe store (Uh huh)
sales, passin' dimes like a Juco (Maxo)
Still sellin' you know to you know who (To who?)
Law still on my ass, watch my moves (Fuck 12)
I still sell a 4 like two two (Uh huh)
Hit the pint two times and he ain't moved (Bankroll)
Still free Jordan, still free Ike too (Bring it home)
Bro doin' time, but he almost through
Still where Kream at, money mad, money do
(Kream Gang)
Yeah, we still fightin' RICO, man, this shit through
(Gang, gang, gang)
Still Trigger Maxo, uh huh,
Still ridin' through sprayin', slayin' muhfucka (Uh huh)
don't like niggas, 3 Ks, Uncle Ruckus (Uh huh)
Put your homie in the ground and you still ain't us (Bow)
Still parked at the Spice Lane, motherfucker (For real)
I ain't gotta shoot the steel, whoop a motherfucker
(Whoop your ass, ho)

Yeah, a nigga (Yeah, ho)
got a chopper too big to conceal (Hey, hey)
Still making deals, just signed me a (Trap, trap)
to RCA, 1.5 mil (Rich)
Still selling dope, like I need to chill (Uh huh)
repping 10110 Murder Blocc still (Uh)
Bitch call me Maxo, took it, that's (Yeah, ho)
Come around the Hill, you get jacked Jill (Gimme that)
stretch a pint, hit it with that Nyquil (Finesse)
80 grams of molly, still not still (Uh huh)
Up for days, doctor said I need a chill pill (What)
Pop another Percocet, that's a chill (Uh)

I know, man, I'm still, man
I'm still in here
I'm still up off the Adderall, you know, man
I'm still hoes, man, still rocking shows, man
Y'all know the fuck goin' down, man
Maxo C
I'm still here, I ain't going
My father was
And I'm
And now you, Maxo, you're still