Luyện nghe bài hát The Morning

Givin'em rest and makin' 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 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 in the back of the crib
Sittinand countin, smoking a spliff, shits a gift
All my watches is rough
our crotches yelling What up?
The jeans $500? Fuck
Stop it, keep baking, see, the its a statement
One freeze of this shit, you wont your legs kid
Im a gangsta corporate hustla, my voice is
by vicious dons, nigga we armed, trust me bruh
They yellin' Chef, kill the plate the cooks
I say 'Ye with 2 Chainz on, we Common, Push
Burn another bush, then burn we brothers
Love us or not, the 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
That mean the flow got and it come from the dirt
Golly, I know she test the Rari
Eye on a dollar like
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
[Verse 3: T]
Some claim God body, Illuminati
All cause his pockets now knotty as his

All Sonny no Cher, solitaires
You clusterfucks cluster up
On tippy-toe and still not up so its
to ashes, dust to dust
In God we trust, the is all us
Til the sky or its flames on us


[Verse 4: 2
2
Im chillin in my camo, flippin the channel
On my G.O.O.D. Music shit, my a Lambo (damn)
doors of ammo
Ammunition Im pitchin to make your body switch another
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 would let some niggas in?
Fake and siblings, like to wish you well but aint never flip the nickel in
Haters wanna pull they 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 said Id be inside a
wait to get that black American Express
So I can show them white how to really pull the race card
[Break: (Kanye West, Kid Cudi)]
Yeah, you feelin on top now, getting that money
(You your soul)
Yeah, you feelin on top now, getting that money
(You your soul)
Yeah, you feelin on top now, getting that money
(Naw man, mad people was
Aw man, something from nothing)
Kanye West]
I treat the like money from my shows
G.O.O.D. wouldve God except I added more os
If I she was cheatin Id stillve bought her more clothes
I was too busy with my Baltimore- you know
Some people that the art of war you know
I guess it what you fallin for
The clothes,cars, money, girls and the
Aw money, you your soul
Nah man, mad people was
God damn, we made something from