Luyện nghe bài hát Still

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

All these five fingers are not
This what they Karma
What around, comes around
In this case, for
Chase the money, Chase the
You gonna ballin'

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

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

I know, man, I'm still, man
I'm still in freestyling
I'm fucked up off the Adderall, you know, man
I'm still fuckin' hoes, man, still shows, man
Y'all know the fuck goin' down, man
motherfuckin' C
I'm still here, I going nowhere
My father was
And I'm
And now you, Maxo, you're winning