Luyện nghe bài hát Still

This a to all you haters out there
All people that hate Maxo, man
You are shit, blood is thicker than water

All five fingers are not equal
what they call Karma
What goes around, comes
In case, for Maxo
Chase the money, the money
You keep ballin'

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

Yeah, a nigga (Yeah, ho)
got a chopper too big to conceal (Hey, hey)
Still making deals, signed me a deal (Trap, trap)
to RCA, 1.5 mil (Rich)
Still selling dope, label I need to chill (Uh huh)
Still repping 10110 Murder Blocc (Uh)
Bitch call me Maxo, it, that's still (Yeah, ho)
Come around the Hill, you get jacked Jill (Gimme that)
Still stretch a pint, hit it that Nyquil (Finesse)
80 grams of molly, still not high (Uh huh)
Up for three days, 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 freestyling
I'm still up off the Adderall, you know, man
I'm fuckin' hoes, man, still rocking shows, man
Y'all what the fuck goin' down, man
Maxo C
I'm still here, I ain't nowhere
My was winning
And I'm
And now you, Maxo, you're winning