Luyện nghe bài hát The Morning

Givin'em rest and makin' again
In my I be the run again
And I the man dem stutterin'
[Hook:
I'm getting nigga in the morning
He gon' he been chiefin just too long when
He see me in the
to catch 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
Sittinand countin, smoking a spliff, this shits a
All my watches is rough
Grabbing our yelling What up?
The jeans cost $500?
it, keep baking, see, the smell its a statement
One freeze of this shit, you wont feel your kid
Im a gangsta hustla, my voice is illustrious
Hounded by vicious dons, we armed, trust me bruh
yellin' Chef, kill the plate with the cooks
I say 'Ye 2 Chainz on, we Common, let's Push
Burn another bush, burn another we brothers
Love us or not, the Zuckerbergs of the block
Hug a knot, rich, we was built for the guap
the green six deuce 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 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 Illuminati
Life is foggy, tryin to see through the of it
Could have been it, you was Mrs. Mischievous
This is just a letter to your development
Situation
3: Pusha T]
Some God body, blame Illuminati
All cause his now knotty as his hair

All no Cher, only solitaires
You clusterfucks cluster up
On tippy-toe and not muster up so its
to ashes, dust to dust
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 the channel
On my G.O.O.D. Music shit, my a Lambo (damn)
doors of ammo
Ammunition Im pitchin to make your body switch another
5: CyHi da Prynce]
I hope the people is
I could never my soul, I gave it back to God at my christening
Its when I hear what haters be whisperin
What makes you think an Illuminati would ever let some in?
Fake friends and siblings, like to wish you but aint never flip the nickel in
Haters pull they pistol 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
wait to get that black American Express
So I can show white folks how to really pull the race card
Dbanj (Kanye West, Kid Cudi)]
Yeah, you on top now, getting 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 money
(Naw man, mad was frontin
Aw man, made from nothing)
[Outro: Kanye
I treat the label money from my shows
G.O.O.D. wouldve God except I added more os
If I knew she was cheatin Id stillve her more clothes
I was too busy with my Baltimore- you know
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 something from nothing