Luyện nghe bài hát Still

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

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

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

Yeah, a still (Yeah, ho)
Still got a too big to conceal (Hey, hey)
Still making deals, signed me a deal (Trap, trap)
to RCA, 1.5 mil (Rich)
Still dope, label like I need to chill (Uh huh)
Still repping Murder Blocc still (Uh)
Bitch call me Maxo, took it, that's (Yeah, ho)
around the Hill, you get jacked like Jill (Gimme that)
Still stretch a pint, hit it with that (Finesse)
80 of molly, still not high still (Uh huh)
Up for three days, doctor said I need a chill (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 fuckin' hoes, man, still shows, man
Y'all know the fuck goin' down, man
motherfuckin' C
I'm here, I ain't going nowhere
My father was
And I'm
And now you, Maxo, you're still