Luyện nghe bài hát The Morning

Givin'em rest and love again
In my I be the run again
And I have the man dem
D'banj]
I'm getting this nigga in the
He gon' think he been just too long when
He see me in the
Want to catch all these
Well let me be the first to get
1: Raekwon]
Ay yo, ay yo, barbeque and blow in the of the crib
Sittinand countin, smoking a spliff, this shits a
All my watches is rough
our crotches yelling What up?
The jeans cost $500?
Stop it, baking, see, the smell its a statement
One freeze of this shit, you wont feel your kid
Im a gangsta corporate hustla, my voice is
Hounded by dons, nigga we armed, trust me bruh
They yellin' Chef, the plate with the cooks
I say 'Ye with 2 Chainz on, we Common, Push
Burn bush, then burn another we brothers
us or not, the Mark Zuckerbergs of the block
Hug a knot, staying rich, we was for the guap
the green six deuce on the deuce just props
Rock a kilt, Glock Im all machinery, ock
Cling to me, now see how the rock?

[Verse 2:
I was born by a late chicken shack and a
That the flow got wings and it come from the dirt
Golly, I know she wanna the Rari
Eye on a dollar Illuminati
is foggy, tryin 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 claim God body, Illuminati
All cause his now knotty as his hair

All Sonny no Cher, solitaires
You could cluster up
On and still not muster up so its
Ashes to ashes, 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, through the channel
On my G.O.O.D. Music shit, my logos a (damn)
Four doors of
Ammunition Im pitchin to make your switch another position
5: CyHi da Prynce]
I hope the is listening
I could sell my soul, I gave it back to God at my christening
Its when I hear what haters be whisperin
What you think an Illuminati would ever let some niggas in?
Fake friends and siblings, like to wish you but aint never flip the nickel in
Haters wanna pull they when they see me in this race car
But you cant spell war an A-R
15 I was carts at K-Mart
By 21 they Id be inside a graveyard
Cant to get that black American Express
So I can show them white folks how to pull the race card
Dbanj (Kanye West, Kid Cudi)]
Yeah, you on top now, getting that money nigga?
(You sold 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 was frontin
Aw man, made from nothing)
Kanye West]
I treat the label like money from my
G.O.O.D. wouldve God except I added more os
If I knew she was Id stillve bought her more clothes
Cause I was too busy with my Baltimore- you
Some people call the art of war you know
I guess it depends what you for
The clothes,cars, money, and the clothes
Aw money, you sold your
Nah man, mad people was
God damn, we something from nothing