Luyện nghe bài hát Still

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

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

Double decker and sold out shows (Uh huh)
Still 'bows and bustdown hoes (Hoes)
Still setting up traps and out packs (What)
Still choppers, MACs, and .45 gats (Grr, du-du)
Gettin' 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 ain't had (Maxo)
And I'm up racks, hit up Saks Fifth (Maxo, Maxo)
Still totin' Glocks, still TECs, necks, chops (Uh)
Still fuck the opps, still 10110 Murder (For real)
dodging cops
Still serving out the trap (Yew)
You can still shop, still molly, pot, crack (Ya dig)
Momma me, chill
'cause I'm all these felonies (Momma, what)
Still deals, vacuum seals, what you telling me? (Hahaha)
new crib in the Hills like Beverly
Still gangbang, I cripping like the elderlies (For real)
Still hit a stain, take a chain, ain't no me (Uh)
Maxo C, the flyest Crip you ever seen (What)
Fredo ain't dead, cuz still through me (Yeah)
sippin' lean, take a bean with the codeine (Squad)
Still take you down for a pound, what hit for?
(Gimme that, that)
move them bales, I be posted at the Citgo (Yeah)
Same clientele, more Js than a store (Uh huh)
Hand-to-hand sales, passin' like a Juco (Maxo)
Still sellin' you know what to you who (To who?)
Law still on my ass, gotta watch my (Fuck 12)
I still sell a 4 two times two (Uh huh)
Hit the pint two times and he ain't moved (Bankroll)
Still Lil' Jordan, still free Ike too (Bring it home)
Bro doin' 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 like niggas, 3 Ks, Uncle Ruckus (Uh huh)
Put your homie in the ground and you still touch us (Bow)
Still foreign parked at the Spice Lane, (For real)
I ain't gotta shoot the steel, still a motherfucker
(Whoop your ass, ho)

Yeah, a still (Yeah, ho)
Still got a chopper too big to (Hey, hey)
Still making deals, just signed me a (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, 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, doctor said I need a pill (What)
Pop another Percocet, that's a chill (Uh)

I know, man, I'm still, man
I'm in here freestyling
I'm still up off the Adderall, you know, man
I'm still fuckin' hoes, man, rocking shows, man
Y'all know what the fuck down, man
motherfuckin' C
I'm still here, I ain't going
My was winning
And I'm
And now you, Maxo, winning still