Luyện nghe bài hát The Morning

Givin'em rest and makin' love
In my I be the run again
And I have the man dem
[Hook:
I'm this nigga in the morning
He gon' think he been chiefin just too long
He see me in the
Want to catch all these
let me be the first to get mine
[Verse 1:
Ay yo, ay yo, and blow in the back of the crib
Sittinand countin, a spliff, this shits a gift
All my niggas watches is
Grabbing our yelling What up?
The cost $500? Fuck
Stop it, keep baking, see, the its a statement
One freeze of this shit, you feel your legs kid
Im a gangsta corporate hustla, my voice is
Hounded by vicious dons, we armed, trust me bruh
They yellin' Chef, kill the with the cooks
I say 'Ye 2 Chainz on, we Common, let's Push
Burn another bush, burn another we brothers
Love us or not, the Zuckerbergs of the block
Hug a knot, staying rich, we was for the guap
Park the green six deuce on the deuce just
a kilt, mean Glock Im all machinery, ock
Cling to me, now see how the rock?

[Verse 2:
I was born by a chicken shack and a church
That mean the flow got and it come from the dirt
Golly, I know she test the Rari
Eye on a dollar Illuminati
Life is foggy, tryin to see the mist of it
Could have been livin it, you was Mrs.
This is just a letter to better development
delicate
[Verse 3: T]
Some God body, blame Illuminati
All cause his now knotty as his hair

All no Cher, only solitaires
You could cluster up
On tippy-toe and not muster up so its
Ashes to ashes, dust to
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 through the
On my G.O.O.D. Music shit, my logos a (damn)
Four of ammo
Ammunition Im pitchin to your body switch another position
[Verse 5: da Prynce]
I the people is listening
I never sell my soul, I gave it back to God at my christening
Its tickelin when I hear what be whisperin
makes you think an Illuminati would ever let some niggas in?
Fake friends and siblings, like to wish you well but aint never the nickel in
wanna pull they pistol when they see me in this race car
But you spell war without an A-R
15 I was pushing at K-Mart
By 21 they Id be inside a graveyard
Cant wait to get that black Express
So I can show them white folks how to pull the race card
Dbanj (Kanye West, Kid Cudi)]
Yeah, you feelin on top now, getting money nigga?
(You your soul)
Yeah, you feelin on top now, that money nigga?
(You sold soul)
Yeah, you feelin on top now, getting that nigga?
(Naw man, mad people was
Aw man, made from nothing)
[Outro: Kanye
I treat the label like from my shows
G.O.O.D. been God except I added more os
If I knew she was cheatin Id stillve her more clothes
Cause I was too busy my Baltimore- you know
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 your soul
Nah man, mad was frontin
God damn, we something from nothing