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 this in the morning
He gon' think he been chiefin just too when
He see me in the
Want to all these feelin
Well let me be the to get mine
[Verse 1:
Ay yo, ay yo, barbeque and in the back of the crib
countin, smoking a spliff, this shits a gift
All my niggas watches is
Grabbing our crotches yelling up?
The cost $500? Fuck
Stop it, baking, see, the smell its a statement
One freeze of this shit, you feel your legs kid
Im a gangsta corporate hustla, my voice is
Hounded by vicious dons, we armed, trust me bruh
They yellin' Chef, kill the plate with the
I say 'Ye with 2 Chainz on, we Common, Push
Burn another bush, then another we brothers
Love us or not, the Mark Zuckerbergs of the
Hug a knot, staying rich, we was for the guap
Park the green six 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 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 have been it, you was Mrs. Mischievous
This is a letter to better your development
delicate
[Verse 3: T]
Some claim God body, Illuminati
All cause his now knotty as his hair

All Sonny no Cher, solitaires
You could 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 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 a Lambo (damn)
Four of ammo
Ammunition Im pitchin to your body switch another position
[Verse 5: CyHi da
I the people is listening
I could sell my soul, I gave it back to God at my christening
Its tickelin when I hear what be whisperin
What you think an Illuminati would ever let some niggas in?
Fake friends and siblings, like to wish you well but never flip the nickel in
Haters wanna pull they when they see me in this race car
But you cant spell war an A-R
15 I was pushing carts at
By 21 they Id be inside a graveyard
Cant wait to get that black Express
So I can them white folks how to really pull the race card
[Break: (Kanye West, Kid Cudi)]
Yeah, you feelin on top now, that money nigga?
(You sold soul)
Yeah, you feelin on top now, getting money nigga?
(You sold soul)
Yeah, you feelin on top now, that money nigga?
(Naw man, mad people was
Aw man, made from nothing)
[Outro: West]
I treat the like money from my shows
G.O.O.D. wouldve God except I added more os
If I knew she was cheatin Id stillve bought her clothes
Cause I was too with my Baltimore- you know
Some people 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 from nothing