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
[Hook:
I'm getting this nigga in the
He gon' think he been chiefin just too long
He see me in the
to catch all these feelin
Well let me be the to get mine
1: Raekwon]
Ay yo, ay yo, and blow in the back of the crib
Sittinand countin, smoking a spliff, this shits a
All my niggas watches is
Grabbing our crotches yelling up?
The jeans cost Fuck
Stop it, keep baking, see, the its a statement
One of this shit, you wont feel your legs kid
Im a gangsta corporate hustla, my is illustrious
Hounded by vicious dons, nigga we armed, me bruh
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 six deuce on the deuce just props
a kilt, mean Glock Im all machinery, ock
Cling to me, now see how the scenery

[Verse 2:
I was by a late chicken shack and a church
That mean the flow got and it come from the dirt
Golly, I know she wanna 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 your
Situation
[Verse 3: T]
Some claim God body, Illuminati
All his pockets now knotty as his hair

All Sonny no Cher, only
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 calls or its on us


[Verse 4: 2
2
Im in my camo, flippin through the channel
On my G.O.O.D. shit, my logos a Lambo (damn)
Four doors of
Ammunition Im pitchin to your body switch another position
[Verse 5: CyHi da
I the people is listening
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 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 pistol when they see me in this car
But you cant war without an A-R
15 I was pushing at K-Mart
By 21 they Id be inside a graveyard
Cant wait to get that American Express
So I can show them white folks how to really pull the race
Dbanj (Kanye West, Kid Cudi)]
Yeah, you feelin on top now, getting money nigga?
(You sold soul)
Yeah, you feelin on top now, getting that money
(You sold soul)
Yeah, you feelin on top now, getting money nigga?
(Naw man, mad was frontin
Aw man, made from nothing)
[Outro: Kanye
I treat the label money from my shows
G.O.O.D. wouldve 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 that the art of war you
I guess it what you fallin for
The clothes,cars, money, and the clothes
Aw money, you your soul
Nah man, mad was frontin
God damn, we made something from