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
D'banj]
I'm getting this nigga in the
He gon' think he been chiefin just too when
He see me in the
Want to catch all feelin
let me be the first to get mine
[Verse 1:
Ay yo, ay yo, barbeque and blow in the back of the
countin, smoking a spliff, this shits a gift
All my watches is rough
Grabbing our crotches What up?
The cost $500? Fuck
Stop it, keep baking, see, the smell its a
One freeze of this shit, you wont your legs kid
Im a gangsta corporate hustla, my is illustrious
Hounded by vicious dons, we armed, trust me bruh
They Chef, kill the plate with the cooks
I say 'Ye with 2 Chainz on, we Common, Push
Burn another bush, then another we brothers
Love us or not, the Zuckerbergs of the block
Hug a knot, staying rich, we was for the guap
the green 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 chicken shack and a church
That mean the flow got wings and it from the dirt
Golly, I know she test the Rari
Eye on a dollar Illuminati
Life is foggy, tryin to see through the of it
Could have been livin it, you was Mrs.
This is just a letter to your development
delicate
[Verse 3: T]
Some claim God body, blame
All cause his pockets now as his hair

All Sonny no Cher, solitaires
You clusterfucks could up
On tippy-toe and still not 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. shit, my logos a Lambo (damn)
Four of ammo
Ammunition Im to make 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 haters be whisperin
What makes you think an Illuminati would ever let niggas in?
Fake friends and siblings, like to wish you but aint never flip the nickel in
Haters wanna pull they pistol 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 Id be inside a graveyard
Cant wait to get that black Express
So I can show them white how to really pull the race card
Dbanj (Kanye West, Kid Cudi)]
Yeah, you feelin on top now, that 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 money
(Naw man, mad was frontin
Aw man, made from nothing)
[Outro: Kanye
I treat the label money from my shows
G.O.O.D. wouldve been God I added more os
If I knew she was cheatin Id stillve bought her more
Cause I was too with 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 people was
God damn, we made something from