Luyện nghe bài hát The Morning

[Intro:

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

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

1: Raekwon]
Ay yo, ay yo, barbeque and blow in the back of the
Sittin'and countin', smoking a spliff, this shit's a
All my niggas is rough
Grabbing our crotches "What up? "
The cost $500? Fuck
it, keep baking, see, the smell it's a statement
One freeze of this shit, you won't your legs kid
I'm a corporate hustla, my voice is illustrious
Hounded by vicious dons, nigga we armed, me bruh
They yellin' Chef, kill the plate the cooks
I say 'Ye with 2 Chainz on, we Common, Push
Burn another bush, then burn another we
Love us or not, the Mark of the block
Hug a knot, rich, we was built for the guap
Park the green six on the deuce just props
a kilt, mean Glock I'm all machinery, ock
Cling to me, now see how the scenery

[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 dollar Illuminati
is foggy, tryin' to see through the mist of it
Could been livin' it, you was Mrs. Mischievous
is just a letter to better your development
Situation

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

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

5: CyHi da Prynce]
I hope the people is
I could sell my soul, I gave it back to God at my christening
It's tickelin' when I hear haters be whisperin'
What makes you think an Illuminati would ever let niggas in?
Fake friends and siblings, like to wish you well but ain't never flip the in
Haters wanna they pistol when they see me in this race car
But you can't war without an A-R
15 I was pushing carts at
By 21 they said I'd be a graveyard
Can't wait to get black American Express
So I can show them white 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 feelin' on top now, that money nigga?
(You your soul)
Yeah, you feelin' on top now, getting that 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 her more clothes
'Cause I was too busy with my bottom whore- you
Some call that the art of war you know
I guess it what you fallin' for
The clothes, cars, money, and the clothes
Aw money, you sold soul
Nah man, mad people was
God damn, we made something from