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'
[Hook:
I'm getting nigga in the morning
He gon' think he been chiefin too long when
He see me in the
Want to all these feelin
let me be the first to get mine
[Verse 1:
Ay yo, ay yo, barbeque and in the back of the crib
Sittinand countin, smoking a spliff, shits a gift
All my niggas watches is
Grabbing our crotches What up?
The jeans cost Fuck
Stop it, keep baking, see, the smell its a
One of this shit, you wont feel your legs kid
Im a gangsta hustla, my voice is illustrious
Hounded by vicious dons, nigga we armed, me bruh
They Chef, kill the plate 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 Mark of the block
Hug a knot, staying rich, we was built for the
Park the green six deuce on the deuce just
Rock a kilt, Glock Im all machinery, ock
Cling to me, now see how the rock?

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

All Sonny no Cher, solitaires
You clusterfucks could 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 or its flames on us


[Verse 4: 2
2
Im chillin in my camo, through the channel
On my G.O.O.D. shit, my logos a Lambo (damn)
Four doors of
Ammunition Im pitchin to make your body another position
5: CyHi da Prynce]
I the people is listening
I could never sell my soul, I gave it to God at my christening
Its when I hear what haters be whisperin
What makes you think an Illuminati ever let some niggas in?
friends and siblings, like to wish you well but aint never flip the nickel 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 they Id be inside a graveyard
Cant wait to get that American 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, getting that nigga?
(You sold soul)
Yeah, you feelin on top now, getting money nigga?
(You your soul)
Yeah, you feelin on top now, getting that money
(Naw man, mad was frontin
Aw man, something from nothing)
[Outro: West]
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 her more clothes
Cause I was too busy with my you know
Some people call that the art of war you
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 nothing