Luyện nghe bài hát Still

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

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

decker doors and sold out shows (Uh huh)
Still bustdown and bustdown hoes (Hoes)
setting 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 rob the plug, he better not tax (Gimme that)
Remember clothes, I ain't had shit (Maxo)
And I'm fuckin' up racks, hit up Saks (Maxo, Maxo)
Still totin' Glocks, TECs, necks, hand chops (Uh)
Still fuck the opps, still Murder Blocc (For real)
Still dodging
serving out the trap spot (Yew)
You can still shop, still molly, pot, rock (Ya dig)
Momma me, chill
'cause I'm fighting all these (Momma, what)
Still making deals, vacuum seals, you telling me? (Hahaha)
Brand new in the Hills like Beverly
Still gangbang, I cripping like the elderlies (For real)
Still hit a stain, a chain, ain't no changing me (Uh)
Maxo C, the flyest Crip you ever seen (What)
ain't dead, cuz still living through me (Yeah)
Still sippin' lean, 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 posted at the (Yeah)
Same clientele, more Js a shoe store (Uh huh)
Hand-to-hand sales, passin' dimes like a (Maxo)
Still sellin' you know what to you who (To who?)
Law still on my ass, gotta my moves (Fuck 12)
I still sell a 4 two times two (Uh huh)
Hit the pint two times and he still ain't (Bankroll)
Still free Lil' Jordan, free Ike too (Bring it home)
Bro still time, but he almost through
Still slide where Kream at, money mad, do
(Kream Gang)
Yeah, we still fightin' RICO, man, this ain't through
(Gang, gang, gang)
Still Trigger Maxo, uh huh,
Still through 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 ain't us (Bow)
Still parked at the Spice Lane, motherfucker (For real)
I ain't gotta shoot the steel, whoop a motherfucker
(Whoop ass, lil' ho)

Yeah, a nigga (Yeah, ho)
Still got a chopper too big to (Hey, hey)
making deals, just 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 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 high (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 freestyling
I'm fucked up off the Adderall, you know, man
I'm fuckin' hoes, man, still rocking shows, man
know what the fuck goin' down, man
Maxo C
I'm still here, I ain't nowhere
My father was
And I'm
And now you, Maxo, you're winning