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 this nigga in the morning
He gon' think he been chiefin just too long
He see me in the
Want to catch all feelin
Well let me be the to get mine
1: Raekwon]
Ay yo, ay yo, barbeque and blow in the of the crib
Sittinand countin, smoking a spliff, this shits a
All my niggas watches is
Grabbing our crotches What up?
The jeans cost Fuck
Stop it, baking, see, the smell its a statement
One freeze of this shit, you wont your legs kid
Im a corporate hustla, my voice is illustrious
by vicious dons, nigga we armed, trust me bruh
They yellin' Chef, kill the plate the cooks
I say 'Ye 2 Chainz on, we Common, let's Push
Burn another bush, then burn we brothers
Love us or not, the Mark of the block
Hug a knot, rich, we was built for the guap
Park the six deuce on the deuce just props
Rock a kilt, mean Im all machinery, ock
to me, now see how the scenery rock?

[Verse 2:
I was born by a late shack and a church
That mean the flow got wings and it from the dirt
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.
This is just a letter to your development
Situation
[Verse 3: T]
Some God body, blame Illuminati
All cause his pockets now knotty as his

All Sonny no Cher, only
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 doors of
Im pitchin to make your body switch another position
[Verse 5: da Prynce]
I hope the people is
I could never sell my soul, I gave it to God at my christening
Its tickelin when I hear what haters be
makes you think an Illuminati would ever let some niggas in?
Fake friends and siblings, like to wish you well but aint never flip the in
Haters wanna pull they pistol when they see me in this car
But you cant war without an A-R
15 I was pushing carts at
By 21 they Id be inside a graveyard
Cant to get that black American Express
So I can show 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 that money
(You your soul)
Yeah, you on top now, getting that money nigga?
(Naw man, mad people was
Aw man, made something nothing)
Kanye West]
I the label like money from my shows
G.O.O.D. wouldve God except I added more os
If I she was cheatin Id stillve bought her more clothes
Cause I was too with my Baltimore- you know
people call that the art of war you know
I guess it depends you fallin for
The clothes,cars, money, girls and the
Aw money, you your soul
Nah man, mad people was
God damn, we made something from