Luyện nghe bài hát The Morning

Givin'em rest and makin' love
In my best I be the run
And I the man dem stutterin'
D'banj]
I'm this nigga in the morning
He gon' he been chiefin just too long when
He see me in the
Want to 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
Sittinand countin, a spliff, this shits a gift
All my niggas watches is
Grabbing our yelling What up?
The cost $500? Fuck
Stop it, keep baking, see, the 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, trust me
They Chef, kill the plate with the cooks
I say 'Ye with 2 on, we Common, let's Push
Burn another bush, then burn another we
us or not, the Mark Zuckerbergs of the block
Hug a knot, staying rich, we was built for the
Park the green six deuce on the deuce props
a kilt, mean Glock Im all machinery, ock
Cling to me, now see how the scenery

[Verse 2:
I was by a late chicken shack and a church
mean the flow got wings and it come from the dirt
Golly, I know she wanna test the
Eye on a dollar like
Life is foggy, tryin to see the mist of it
have been livin it, you was Mrs. Mischievous
This is a letter to better your development
Situation
[Verse 3: T]
claim God body, blame Illuminati
All cause his now knotty as his hair

All Sonny no Cher, only
You could 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 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 make your body another position
5: CyHi da Prynce]
I hope the people is
I could never sell my soul, I 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 wanna pull they pistol when see me in this race car
But you cant spell war an A-R
15 I was pushing at K-Mart
By 21 they Id be inside a graveyard
wait to get that black American Express
So I can show them folks how to really pull the race card
[Break: (Kanye West, Kid Cudi)]
Yeah, you feelin on top now, getting that money
(You sold soul)
Yeah, you feelin on top now, that money nigga?
(You your soul)
Yeah, you feelin on top now, that money nigga?
(Naw man, mad was frontin
Aw man, something from nothing)
[Outro: West]
I treat the label like from my shows
G.O.O.D. wouldve God except I added more os
If I knew she was cheatin Id stillve bought her more
Cause I was too busy my Baltimore- you know
Some people call that the art of war you
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