Luyện nghe bài hát The Morning

Givin'em rest and makin' love
In my best I be the run
And I have the man dem
D'banj]
I'm getting this nigga in the
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
1: Raekwon]
Ay yo, ay yo, and blow in the back of the crib
Sittinand countin, smoking a spliff, this a gift
All my niggas is rough
Grabbing our crotches What up?
The jeans cost Fuck
it, keep baking, see, the smell its a statement
One of this shit, you wont feel your legs kid
Im a gangsta hustla, my voice is illustrious
Hounded by vicious dons, nigga we armed, me bruh
They yellin' Chef, kill the plate with the
I say 'Ye 2 Chainz on, we Common, let's Push
Burn another bush, burn another we brothers
us or not, the Mark Zuckerbergs of the block
Hug a knot, rich, we was built for the guap
Park the green six deuce on the 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 mean the flow got wings and it from the dirt
Golly, I she wanna test the Rari
Eye on a dollar Illuminati
is foggy, tryin to see through the mist of it
Could been livin it, you was Mrs. Mischievous
This is just a to better your development
delicate
[Verse 3: T]
Some God body, blame Illuminati
All his pockets now knotty as his hair

All no Cher, only solitaires
You clusterfucks cluster up
On tippy-toe and still not 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, through the channel
On my G.O.O.D. Music shit, my a Lambo (damn)
Four doors of
Ammunition Im to make your body switch another position
5: CyHi da Prynce]
I hope the is listening
I could never sell my soul, I it back to God at my christening
Its tickelin when I hear what haters be
What makes you think an Illuminati would 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 this car
But you cant war without an A-R
15 I was pushing at K-Mart
By 21 said Id be inside a graveyard
wait to get that black American Express
So I can show them white folks how to pull the race card
[Break: (Kanye West, Kid Cudi)]
Yeah, you feelin on top now, that money nigga?
(You your soul)
Yeah, you feelin on top now, getting money nigga?
(You your soul)
Yeah, you feelin on top now, getting that nigga?
(Naw man, mad people was
Aw man, something from nothing)
[Outro: Kanye
I treat the label like money my shows
G.O.O.D. been God except I added more os
If I knew she was cheatin Id stillve bought her more
I was too busy with my Baltimore- you know
Some people call that the art of war you
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 made something from