Luyện nghe bài hát The Morning

Givin'em and makin' love again
In my best I be the run
And I have the man dem
[Hook:
I'm this nigga in the morning
He gon' think he been chiefin too long when
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 in the back of the crib
countin, smoking a spliff, this shits a gift
All my niggas watches is
our crotches yelling What up?
The jeans cost Fuck
Stop it, baking, see, the smell 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, nigga we armed, trust me
They yellin' Chef, kill the plate with the
I say 'Ye with 2 Chainz on, we Common, let's
Burn another bush, burn another we brothers
Love us or not, the Mark of the block
Hug a knot, rich, we was built for the guap
Park the green six deuce on the just props
a kilt, mean Glock Im all machinery, ock
Cling to me, now see how the rock?

[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 she wanna test the Rari
Eye on a dollar Illuminati
Life is foggy, to see through the mist of it
Could have livin it, you was Mrs. Mischievous
This is just a letter to better development
delicate
[Verse 3: T]
Some God body, blame Illuminati
All cause his pockets now knotty as his

All Sonny no Cher, 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 in my camo, flippin through the channel
On my G.O.O.D. Music shit, my a Lambo (damn)
Four doors of
Ammunition Im pitchin to your body switch another position
5: CyHi da Prynce]
I hope the is listening
I never sell 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 niggas in?
friends 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 war without an A-R
15 I was pushing at K-Mart
By 21 they said Id be a graveyard
Cant wait to get black American Express
So I can show them white folks how to really pull the card
Dbanj (Kanye West, Kid Cudi)]
Yeah, you feelin on top now, getting that money
(You sold soul)
Yeah, you feelin on top now, getting that nigga?
(You your soul)
Yeah, you feelin on top now, getting that nigga?
(Naw man, mad people was
Aw man, made something nothing)
Kanye West]
I treat the label like money my shows
G.O.O.D. wouldve been God I added more os
If I knew she was cheatin Id stillve her more clothes
Cause I was too with my Baltimore- you know
Some people call the art of war you know
I guess it what you fallin for
The clothes,cars, money, girls and the
Aw money, you sold your
Nah man, mad was frontin
God damn, we made from nothing