Luyện nghe bài hát The Morning

Givin'em rest and makin' love
In my best I be the run
And I have the man dem
[Hook:
I'm this nigga in the morning
He gon' think he been chiefin just too when
He see me in the
Want to catch all feelin
Well let me be the first to get
[Verse 1:
Ay yo, ay yo, barbeque and in the back of the crib
Sittinand countin, smoking a spliff, shits a gift
All my watches is rough
our crotches yelling What up?
The jeans cost Fuck
Stop it, keep baking, see, the smell its a
One freeze of this shit, you wont feel legs kid
Im a gangsta hustla, my voice is illustrious
Hounded by vicious dons, nigga we armed, trust me
yellin' Chef, kill the plate with the cooks
I say 'Ye 2 Chainz on, we Common, let's Push
another bush, then burn another we brothers
Love us or not, the Mark of the block
Hug a knot, rich, we was built for the guap
Park the six deuce on the deuce just props
Rock a kilt, Glock Im all machinery, ock
to me, now see how the scenery rock?

[Verse 2:
I was born by a late chicken 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
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
delicate
[Verse 3: T]
claim God body, blame Illuminati
All his pockets now knotty as his hair

All no Cher, only solitaires
You clusterfucks could up
On tippy-toe and still not up so its
Ashes to ashes, 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 through the
On my G.O.O.D. Music shit, my logos a (damn)
doors of ammo
Ammunition Im pitchin to make your switch another position
[Verse 5: CyHi da
I hope the people is
I could sell my soul, I gave it back to God at my christening
Its tickelin when I what haters be whisperin
What makes you think an would ever let some niggas in?
Fake friends and siblings, like to wish you but aint never flip the nickel in
Haters pull they pistol when they see me in this race car
But you spell war without an A-R
15 I was carts at K-Mart
By 21 they said Id be a graveyard
Cant wait to get that black Express
So I can show them white how to really pull the race card
[Break: (Kanye West, Kid Cudi)]
Yeah, you on top now, getting that money nigga?
(You sold soul)
Yeah, you feelin on top now, getting money nigga?
(You your soul)
Yeah, you on top now, getting that money nigga?
(Naw man, mad people was
Aw man, made from nothing)
Kanye West]
I treat the label like money from my
G.O.O.D. wouldve been God except I more os
If I she was cheatin Id stillve bought her more clothes
Cause I was too busy with my Baltimore- you
Some people call the art of war you know
I guess it depends what you for
The clothes,cars, money, and the clothes
Aw money, you your soul
Nah man, mad people was
God damn, we made something nothing