Luyện nghe bài hát The Motto (Remix)

[Verse 1: Mill]
Bottle bottle, model after model
Spending all this like I fucking hit the lotto
All I is YOLO, nigga, that's the motto
told me, "Get em," and I told him that I got 'em
And I got 'em every day, day
Bad and she gon fuck me every way, never stay
I hit it, then I'm dipping that-a-way, that-a-way
Young nigga the bottom and I never had a way
I really went from whipping 62's to whipping
Ain't none of my niggas Crip, and we giving the blues
We buying they hoes bags, getting bitches shoes
You why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose
Yeah, I'm
I up in a Ghost, hundred on my necklace
And all my clear, they VVS'ing
I into a toilet on these niggas, they BS-ing
Two fingers, did it on 'em
up, I really shitted on 'em
I dropped Dreamchaser and I made a on 'em
It don't matter what I'm in, I'm going Philly in 'em
With my red P hat, nigga you we back
I'm going to Houston, I heard that's they cheap at
I done put them Percs down, think I'm to relapse
Just to give her dope dick and ask her for some
Like Shorty, do you this dick?
You who you fucking with?
Grab her by her weave, smack her ass you fucking bitch
I talk nasty, she dont know my government
But she gon get dick and chew me up just like some Double Mint
Check me I be out the coupe, swagger through the roof
Bad bitches waving at me, real salute
I gotta lie, they know Im the truth
And I aint gotta say Im fly, this G5 with the
Im in the air bitch, diamonds clear
Took off my and got on some Audemeer shit
I these haters talking, but I dont hear shit
Cause we get them bricks and them up just like a pyramid

Yall niggas talk bitches do
Same niggas in the district giving
I got killers on my thatll get at you
For a brick or two, put an end to you

2: Wale]
(?)
Black (?), sag sitting - low
Effortless flow, a couple sumn a
is 21, we playing (?)
Probably up your budget, yea, Im playing with numbers
Put that shit on whatever, we another summer
Liquor, lot of bottles, tab you I got it
Spend a night up at Diamonds, aint it you got it
Designer shit, Im modest, astonishing to be honest
shit on my arm, a presidential, you got it?
Get your revenue popping you ever do talk on them
Niggas who work too hard to not show it off via
Double M G harder than anything you part of
professional ball, the best you niggas is (?)
Yea Im on that ball shit, boy you with that shit
Fore he hit the room, hear a Vroom! the Porsche bitch
On Yamaha, pardon me, thats Meek and them
She say she is not a groupie, I just speak to them!
You though, you trying to go
Apply and watch the motherfucking pride go
These bitches is little bitches, we never love em
To all the sisters ambition, I see your hustle
Im to go though, yall already know though
on em, they slept on us, (?)
Whoever want it, they better note that Im so
A message to my opponent: they off trying to clone us
Keep her in Chanel while bitch is like an L
When she out, you (?), all she is like an L
why I never trust a ho, no never me
I wanna get some head, maybe ass fore I leave
Fuck a beef, it moving, she easily influenced
You niggas keep sleeping, you gon to meet (Cuba?)
I cant stand no motherfucking
Ima keep the reefer, you can have the
Versace, Medusa, I probably, it
Around me, my crew, your probably throw two up
Party with bitches that parties too much
We skip to fucking, they call you that (?)
And what up
Out