Luyện nghe bài hát The Morning

Givin'em rest and love again
In my I be the run again
And I have the man dem
D'banj]
I'm getting this in the morning
He gon' think he been chiefin just too long
He see me in the
to catch all these feelin
Well let me be the first to get
1: Raekwon]
Ay yo, ay yo, barbeque and blow in the of the crib
countin, smoking a spliff, this shits a gift
All my niggas is rough
Grabbing our crotches yelling up?
The jeans cost $500?
Stop it, keep baking, see, the its a statement
One freeze of this shit, you wont feel legs kid
Im a gangsta corporate hustla, my is illustrious
Hounded by vicious dons, we armed, trust me bruh
They yellin' Chef, kill the plate the cooks
I say 'Ye with 2 on, we Common, let's Push
Burn bush, then burn another we brothers
us or not, the Mark Zuckerbergs of the block
Hug a knot, staying rich, we was for the guap
Park the six deuce on the deuce just props
Rock a kilt, Glock Im all machinery, ock
to me, now see how the scenery rock?

[Verse 2:
I was born by a late chicken and a church
That the flow got wings and it come from the dirt
Golly, I know she wanna test the
Eye on a dollar Illuminati
Life is foggy, to see through the mist of it
Could have been it, you was Mrs. Mischievous
This is just a letter to your development
Situation
[Verse 3: T]
Some claim God body, blame
All cause his pockets now 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 chillin in my camo, flippin through the
On my G.O.O.D. Music shit, my logos a (damn)
Four of ammo
Ammunition Im pitchin to make your body another position
[Verse 5: da Prynce]
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 haters be
What you think an Illuminati would ever let some niggas in?
Fake and siblings, like to wish you well but aint never flip the nickel in
Haters wanna pull they pistol when they see me in race car
But you cant spell war an A-R
15 I was pushing at K-Mart
By 21 they said Id be a graveyard
Cant to get that black American Express
So I can show them white folks how to really pull the card
Dbanj (Kanye West, Kid Cudi)]
Yeah, you on top now, getting that money nigga?
(You sold soul)
Yeah, you feelin on top now, getting money nigga?
(You your soul)
Yeah, you feelin on top now, getting money nigga?
(Naw man, mad was frontin
Aw man, something from nothing)
[Outro: Kanye
I treat the label like money from my
G.O.O.D. wouldve been God except I added os
If I knew she was cheatin Id bought her more clothes
Cause I was too busy with my Baltimore- you
Some people that the art of war you know
I guess it what you fallin for
The clothes,cars, money, and the clothes
Aw money, you sold your
Nah man, mad was frontin
God damn, we made something from