Luyện nghe bài hát The Morning

Givin'em rest and makin' love
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 chiefin just too when
He see me in the
to catch all these feelin
Well let me be the to get mine
1: Raekwon]
Ay yo, ay yo, barbeque and blow in the back of the
Sittinand countin, a spliff, this shits a gift
All my niggas is rough
our crotches yelling What up?
The jeans cost $500?
it, keep baking, see, the smell its a statement
One freeze of this shit, you feel your legs kid
Im a gangsta hustla, my voice is illustrious
Hounded by vicious dons, nigga we armed, trust me
They yellin' Chef, kill the plate with the
I say 'Ye with 2 Chainz on, we Common, let's
another bush, then burn another we brothers
Love us or not, the Mark Zuckerbergs of the
Hug a knot, staying rich, we was for the guap
Park the six deuce 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 shack and a
That mean the flow got and it come from the dirt
Golly, I know she test the Rari
Eye on a like Illuminati
is foggy, tryin to see through 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 his pockets now knotty as his hair

All Sonny no Cher, only
You clusterfucks could up
On tippy-toe and not muster up so its
to ashes, dust to dust
In God we trust, the is all us
Til the sky or its flames 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 body 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 tickelin when I hear what haters be
What makes you an Illuminati would ever let some niggas in?
Fake friends and siblings, like to wish you well but aint never the nickel in
Haters wanna they pistol when they see me in this race car
But you cant war without an A-R
15 I was pushing at K-Mart
By 21 they said Id be inside a
Cant wait to get that American Express
So I can show them white folks how to really the race card
[Break: (Kanye West, Kid Cudi)]
Yeah, you feelin on top now, getting money nigga?
(You sold soul)
Yeah, you feelin on top now, getting that money
(You sold soul)
Yeah, you feelin on top now, getting that nigga?
(Naw man, mad was frontin
Aw man, made from nothing)
[Outro: West]
I treat the label like from my shows
G.O.O.D. wouldve been God I added more os
If I she was cheatin Id stillve bought her more clothes
Cause I was too busy my Baltimore- you know
Some call that the art of war you know
I guess it depends you fallin for
The clothes,cars, money, and the clothes
Aw money, you your soul
Nah man, mad was frontin
God damn, we made something from