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 getting nigga in the morning
He gon' think he been chiefin too long when
He see me in the
Want to catch all these
Well let me be the to get mine
[Verse 1:
Ay yo, ay yo, barbeque and blow in the of the crib
Sittinand countin, smoking a spliff, shits a gift
All my niggas watches is
Grabbing our yelling What up?
The cost $500? Fuck
it, keep baking, see, the smell its a statement
One freeze of shit, you wont feel your legs kid
Im a gangsta corporate hustla, my is illustrious
Hounded by vicious dons, nigga we armed, trust me
They Chef, kill the plate with the cooks
I say 'Ye with 2 Chainz on, we Common, let's
Burn another bush, then burn another we
us or not, the Mark 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
Cling to me, now see how the rock?

[Verse 2:
I was by a late 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 your development
delicate
[Verse 3: T]
Some claim God body, Illuminati
All cause his pockets now knotty as his

All no Cher, only solitaires
You clusterfucks cluster up
On and still not muster up so its
Ashes to ashes, dust to
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 the channel
On my G.O.O.D. Music shit, my logos a (damn)
Four of ammo
Ammunition Im pitchin to make your body switch position
[Verse 5: CyHi da
I hope the is listening
I could never sell my soul, I gave it back to God at my
Its tickelin when I hear what 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 pull they pistol when they see me in this race car
But you cant war without an A-R
15 I was carts at K-Mart
By 21 said Id be inside a graveyard
Cant wait to get that black American
So I can show them white folks how to really pull the race
Dbanj (Kanye West, Kid Cudi)]
Yeah, you feelin on top now, getting that money
(You your soul)
Yeah, you feelin on top now, getting that nigga?
(You sold soul)
Yeah, you on top now, getting that money nigga?
(Naw man, mad people was
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 knew she was cheatin Id stillve bought her more
Cause I was too busy with my Baltimore- you
Some people call the art of war you know
I guess it depends you fallin for
The clothes,cars, money, girls and the
Aw money, you sold your
Nah man, mad people was
God damn, we something from nothing