Luyện nghe bài hát The Morning

Givin'em rest and love again
In my I be the run again
And I the man dem stutterin'
D'banj]
I'm getting nigga in the morning
He gon' think he been 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, and blow in the back of the crib
Sittinand countin, smoking a spliff, shits a gift
All my niggas watches is
Grabbing our crotches yelling up?
The cost $500? Fuck
it, keep baking, see, the smell its a statement
One freeze of this shit, you feel your legs kid
Im a gangsta corporate hustla, my is illustrious
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 another we brothers
Love us or not, the Zuckerbergs of the block
Hug a knot, rich, we was built for the guap
Park the green six on the deuce just props
Rock a kilt, mean Im all machinery, ock
Cling to me, now see how the scenery

[Verse 2:
I was born by a late chicken and a church
That the flow got wings and it come from the dirt
Golly, I know she wanna test the
Eye on a like Illuminati
Life is foggy, to see through the mist of it
have been livin it, you was Mrs. Mischievous
This is just a letter to your development
delicate
[Verse 3: T]
claim God body, blame Illuminati
All cause his pockets now knotty as his

All Sonny no Cher, only
You clusterfucks cluster up
On tippy-toe and still not up so its
to ashes, dust to dust
In God we trust, the is all us
Til the sky calls or its on us


[Verse 4: 2
2
Im chillin in my camo, flippin the channel
On my G.O.O.D. Music shit, my logos a (damn)
Four doors of
Im pitchin to make your body switch another position
[Verse 5: CyHi da
I hope the is listening
I could never my soul, I gave it back to God at my christening
Its when I hear what haters be whisperin
What makes you an Illuminati would ever let some niggas in?
Fake friends and siblings, like to wish you well but aint never flip the in
Haters wanna pull they pistol when see me in this race car
But you cant war without an A-R
15 I was pushing carts at
By 21 said Id be inside a graveyard
Cant wait to get that American Express
So I can show them white folks how to really pull the card
Dbanj (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 your soul)
Yeah, you feelin on top now, getting money nigga?
(Naw man, mad people was
Aw man, something from nothing)
Kanye West]
I treat the label like money my shows
G.O.O.D. wouldve been God except I added os
If I knew she was cheatin Id stillve bought her more
Cause I was too busy with my you know
people call that the art of war you know
I guess it depends what you for
The clothes,cars, money, girls and the
Aw money, you sold your
Nah man, mad people was
God damn, we made something nothing