Luyện nghe bài hát The Morning

[Intro:

Givin'em rest and makin' again
In my best I be the run
And I have the man dem

[Hook:
I'm getting this in the morning
He think he been chiefin just too long when
He see me in the
Want to catch all these
Well let me be the first to get

[Verse 1:
Ay yo, ay yo, barbeque and blow in the back of the
Sittin'and countin', a spliff, this shit's a gift
All my niggas is rough
Grabbing our yelling "What up? "
The jeans cost Fuck
Stop it, baking, see, the smell it's a statement
One freeze of this shit, you feel your legs kid
I'm a gangsta corporate hustla, my is illustrious
Hounded by vicious dons, nigga we armed, me bruh
They yellin' Chef, kill the plate with the
I say 'Ye with 2 on, we Common, let's Push
Burn another bush, burn another we brothers
us or not, the Mark Zuckerbergs of the block
Hug a knot, staying rich, we was for the guap
Park the green six deuce on the deuce just
Rock a kilt, Glock I'm all machinery, ock
to me, now see how the scenery rock?

[Verse 2:
I was by a lake, chicken shack, and a church
That mean the flow got wings and it come the dirt
Golly, I know she wanna test the
Eye on a like Illuminati
Life is foggy, tryin' to see through the of it
Could been livin' it, you was Mrs. Mischievous
This is a letter to better your development
Situation

3: Pusha T]
Some God body, blame Illuminati
All cause his pockets now knotty as his

All no Cher, only solitaires
You could cluster up
On tippy-toe and still not muster up so
Ashes to ashes, dust to
In God we trust, the is all us
Til' the sky or it's flames on us

[Verse 4: 2
2
I'm in my camo, flippin' through the channel
On my G.O.O.D. Music shit, my logo's a (damn)
doors of ammo
Ammunition I'm pitchin' to your body switch another position

[Verse 5: CyHi da
I the people is listening
I could sell my soul, I gave it back to God at my christening
It's tickelin' when I hear what haters be
What makes you think an Illuminati ever let some niggas in?
Fake friends and siblings, like to wish you well but ain't flip the nickel in
Haters wanna they pistol when they see me in this race car
But you spell war without an A-R
15 I was pushing carts at
By 21 said I'd be inside a graveyard
wait to get that black American Express
So I can show them folks how to really pull the race card

D'banj (Kanye West, Kid Cudi)]
Yeah, you feelin' on top now, getting that nigga?
(You sold soul)
Yeah, you on top now, getting that money nigga?
(You sold soul)
Yeah, you feelin' on top now, getting money nigga?
(Naw man, mad people was
Aw man, made from nothing)

[Outro: West]
I the label like money from my shows
G.O.O.D. would've been God except I added o's
If I knew she was cheatin' I'd still've bought her more
'Cause I was too busy my bottom whore- you know
Some people call that the art of war you
I guess it depends what you for
The clothes, cars, money, girls and the
Aw money, you sold your
Nah man, mad was frontin'
God damn, we made from nothing