Luyện nghe bài hát The Morning

[Intro:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Verse 5: da Prynce]
I hope the is listening
I could never sell my soul, I gave it back to God at my
tickelin' when I hear what haters be whisperin'
What makes you think an would ever let some niggas in?
Fake friends and siblings, like to wish you well but ain't never flip the in
wanna pull they pistol when they see me in this race car
But you can't war without an A-R
15 I was pushing at K-Mart
By 21 they said I'd be inside a
Can't wait to get black American Express
So I can show them white folks how to really pull the race

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

[Outro: Kanye
I treat the label like money from my
G.O.O.D. been God except I added more o's
If I she was cheatin' I'd still've bought her more clothes
I was too busy with my bottom whore- you know
Some people that the art of war you know
I guess it depends you fallin' for
The clothes, cars, money, girls and the
Aw money, you sold soul
Nah man, mad people was
God damn, we made something from