Luyện nghe bài hát The Morning

Givin'em rest and love again
In my best I be the run
And I have the man dem
D'banj]
I'm getting this in the morning
He gon' think he been just 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 back of the
Sittinand countin, smoking a spliff, this a gift
All my watches is rough
Grabbing our crotches What up?
The jeans cost $500?
Stop it, keep baking, see, the smell its a
One freeze of this shit, you wont your legs kid
Im a corporate hustla, my voice is illustrious
Hounded by vicious dons, nigga we armed, me bruh
They yellin' Chef, the plate with the cooks
I say 'Ye with 2 Chainz on, we Common, Push
another bush, then burn another we brothers
Love us or not, the Zuckerbergs of the block
Hug a knot, rich, we was built for the guap
Park the green six deuce on the deuce 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 and a church
That mean the flow got wings and it come from the
Golly, I know she wanna the Rari
Eye on a dollar like
Life is foggy, tryin to see through the of it
Could have been livin it, you was Mrs.
is just a letter to better your development
Situation
[Verse 3: T]
Some claim God body, blame
All his pockets now knotty as his hair

All Sonny no Cher, solitaires
You could cluster up
On and still 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 in my camo, flippin through the channel
On my G.O.O.D. Music shit, my a Lambo (damn)
Four of ammo
Ammunition Im pitchin to your body switch another position
5: CyHi da Prynce]
I hope the people is
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 when they see me in race car
But you spell war without an A-R
15 I was pushing at K-Mart
By 21 they Id be inside a graveyard
Cant wait to get black American Express
So I can show white folks how to really pull the race card
Dbanj (Kanye West, Kid Cudi)]
Yeah, you feelin on top now, getting that money
(You your soul)
Yeah, you feelin on top now, that money nigga?
(You sold soul)
Yeah, you feelin on top now, getting that money
(Naw man, mad people was
Aw man, made something nothing)
Kanye West]
I treat the label like money my shows
G.O.O.D. wouldve been God except I more os
If I she was cheatin Id stillve bought her more clothes
Cause I was too with my Baltimore- you know
Some people call the art of war you know
I guess it depends what you for
The clothes,cars, money, girls and the
Aw money, you sold soul
Nah man, mad people was
God damn, we made something from