Luyện nghe bài hát The Morning

Givin'em rest and makin' love
In my best I be the run
And I the man dem stutterin'
D'banj]
I'm getting this nigga in the
He gon' think he been chiefin just too long
He see me in the
Want to catch all these
let me be the first to get mine
[Verse 1:
Ay yo, ay yo, barbeque and blow in the of the crib
Sittinand countin, a spliff, this shits a gift
All my niggas watches is
Grabbing our crotches yelling up?
The cost $500? Fuck
Stop it, baking, see, the smell its a statement
One freeze of this shit, you feel your legs kid
Im a corporate hustla, my voice is illustrious
by vicious dons, nigga we armed, trust me bruh
They yellin' Chef, kill the plate with the
I say 'Ye with 2 on, we Common, let's Push
Burn another bush, burn another we brothers
Love us or not, the Mark Zuckerbergs of the
Hug a knot, rich, we was built for the guap
Park the green six deuce on the deuce props
Rock a kilt, mean Im all machinery, ock
Cling to me, now see how the rock?

[Verse 2:
I was by a late chicken shack and a church
That mean the flow got wings and it from the dirt
Golly, I know she wanna the Rari
Eye on a dollar Illuminati
Life is foggy, tryin to see through the of it
Could have been livin it, you was Mrs.
is just a letter to better your development
Situation
3: Pusha T]
Some claim God body, Illuminati
All cause his pockets now knotty as his

All Sonny no Cher, only
You could cluster up
On tippy-toe and still not up so its
Ashes to ashes, dust to
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. shit, my logos a Lambo (damn)
doors of ammo
Ammunition Im pitchin to make body switch another position
[Verse 5: 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 ever let niggas in?
Fake friends and siblings, like to you well but aint never flip the nickel in
Haters wanna they pistol when they see me in this race car
But you cant spell war an A-R
15 I was pushing at K-Mart
By 21 they said Id be inside a
Cant wait to get that black American
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 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 nigga?
(Naw man, mad was frontin
Aw man, made something nothing)
Kanye West]
I treat the label like from my shows
G.O.O.D. been God except I added more os
If I knew she was cheatin Id stillve bought her clothes
Cause I was too with my Baltimore- you know
Some call that the art of war you know
I guess it depends you fallin for
The clothes,cars, money, girls and the
Aw money, you sold soul
Nah man, mad people was
God damn, we made something from