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
[Hook:
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 first to get
[Verse 1:
Ay yo, ay yo, barbeque and blow in the of the crib
Sittinand countin, smoking a spliff, this a gift
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 feel your legs kid
Im a gangsta corporate hustla, my is illustrious
Hounded by vicious dons, nigga we armed, me bruh
They yellin' Chef, kill the plate the cooks
I say 'Ye with 2 on, we Common, let's Push
Burn another bush, burn another we brothers
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
Rock a kilt, Glock Im all machinery, ock
Cling to me, now see how the scenery

[Verse 2:
I was born by a late chicken and a church
mean 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 been livin it, you was Mrs.
This is just a letter to your development
Situation
3: Pusha T]
Some claim God body, Illuminati
All his pockets now knotty as his hair

All Sonny no Cher, only
You could cluster up
On tippy-toe and still not 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, flippin the channel
On my G.O.O.D. shit, my logos a Lambo (damn)
Four doors of
Ammunition Im to make your body switch another position
5: CyHi da Prynce]
I hope the is listening
I could never sell my soul, I it back to God at my christening
Its tickelin I hear what haters be whisperin
What makes you think an Illuminati ever let some niggas in?
Fake friends and siblings, like to you well but aint never flip the nickel in
Haters wanna pull they pistol when see me in this race car
But you cant war without an A-R
15 I was carts at K-Mart
By 21 said Id be inside a graveyard
Cant wait to get that black 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 money nigga?
(You sold soul)
Yeah, you feelin on top now, getting money nigga?
(You your soul)
Yeah, you feelin on top now, getting money nigga?
(Naw man, mad was frontin
Aw man, something from nothing)
[Outro: West]
I the label like money from my shows
G.O.O.D. been God except I added more os
If I knew she was cheatin Id bought her more clothes
I was too busy with my Baltimore- you know
Some call that the art of war you know
I guess it what you fallin for
The clothes,cars, money, girls and the
Aw money, you sold soul
Nah man, mad was frontin
God damn, we something from nothing