Luyện nghe bài hát The Morning

Givin'em and makin' love again
In my I be the run again
And I have the man dem
D'banj]
I'm this nigga in the morning
He gon' think he been chiefin just too when
He see me in the
to catch all these feelin
Well let me be the to get mine
1: Raekwon]
Ay yo, ay yo, barbeque and blow in the back of the
Sittinand countin, smoking a spliff, this a gift
All my niggas watches is
our crotches yelling What up?
The jeans $500? Fuck
it, keep baking, see, the smell its a statement
One freeze of this shit, you wont your legs kid
Im a gangsta hustla, my voice is illustrious
Hounded by vicious dons, nigga we armed, trust me
They yellin' Chef, the plate with the cooks
I say 'Ye with 2 Chainz on, we Common, let's
Burn bush, then burn another we brothers
Love us or not, the Mark Zuckerbergs of the
Hug a knot, staying rich, we was for the guap
Park the green six deuce on the 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 chicken shack and a church
mean the flow got wings and it come from the dirt
Golly, I she wanna test the Rari
Eye on a dollar Illuminati
Life is foggy, tryin to see the mist of it
Could have livin it, you was Mrs. Mischievous
This is a letter to better your development
delicate
[Verse 3: T]
Some claim God body, blame
All cause his pockets now knotty as his

All Sonny no Cher, solitaires
You clusterfucks 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 calls or its on us


[Verse 4: 2
2
Im chillin in my camo, flippin through the
On my G.O.O.D. shit, my logos a Lambo (damn)
Four doors of
Ammunition Im pitchin to make your body switch position
5: CyHi da Prynce]
I hope the people is
I could never my soul, I gave it back to God at my christening
Its tickelin when I hear what haters be
What makes you think an Illuminati ever let some niggas in?
friends and siblings, like to wish you well but aint never flip the nickel in
Haters wanna pull pistol when they see me in this race car
But you spell war without an A-R
15 I was pushing carts at
By 21 they Id be inside a graveyard
Cant wait to get black American Express
So I can them white folks how to really pull the race card
Dbanj (Kanye West, Kid Cudi)]
Yeah, you feelin on top now, that money nigga?
(You sold soul)
Yeah, you on top now, getting that money nigga?
(You your soul)
Yeah, you on top now, getting that money nigga?
(Naw man, mad people was
Aw man, something from nothing)
[Outro: West]
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
Cause I was too with my Baltimore- you know
Some people call the art of war you know
I it depends what you fallin for
The clothes,cars, money, and the clothes
Aw money, you sold soul
Nah man, mad was frontin
God damn, we made from nothing