Luyện nghe bài hát They Ready

DJ Khaled!
And you know it don't stop, grindin' that clock
Masterminding my second album, my album just dropped
Scored a touchdown on my first down, niggas thought I was flop
See I hustle like my momma but I just like my pops
And we still duckin' cops, ride round and shots
Hennessy for my enemies, niggas know I'm takin' spot
'Cause that score up on the play clock, show just how I came way back
Just like T-I-P you ASAP but you niggas rappin' like Aesop, Aesop get a grip
Oh that's your dream car? Nigga that's my old
Oh that's dream girl? Nigga that's my old bitch
Oh that's your new flow? Nigga my old shit!
This that new shit, that Cole shit, them country niggas

One for the money, two for the
Three for them hoes saying anything
They say they for whatever!
They say ready for whatever
I around the world, twice to be exact
Six bad bitches and lapped up in the back
They say they for whatever!
They say they ready for

Shawty look what we got, my bass and it knock
Got the old school in my old school was to up on yo block
Yo broad chose like she was supposed to and you up in arms 'cause she
I hate to say it but I got to say that I wish that they would just
So fuck haters, fuck these hoes that ain't slammin' doors on they drop
niggas too young to remember how to the south used to be but I'm not
So when it to snappin', Cadillacs, SpottieOttieDopaliscious, y'all pop
You thought Krit Wuz Here and R4 were the shit, bitch wait til my album (get 'em cuh)
Say that's yo' new Nigga that's my old slab
Say that's yo' new Nigga that's my old stab
Oh that's yo new flow? shit sound so trash
This that new KRIT shit, that shit, them country niggas

Hol' up, but don't forget Compton nigga
One for the money, two for the
Three for no and the rest for death row
That means I bout it bout it and this is the realist shit I ever wrote
And if anyone ever doubt it they are the loudest of liars I know
I only desire to blow, she only to blow
And I hope that my dick is a whistling flute, and that's not the
Now pick up my
You let that motherfucker drag like RuPaul, I'll drag your ass to the
Bitch, I can admit, I'm a addict, paraphernalia that is
Telling the doctor I'm sick, head doctor I'm needing lips, yea
Proper analogy for it, if I can afford it then I ignore it, clear
Cop me a palace and Porsche and when I floor it that's when I switch gears
Living my on Uranus, uh, keeping one foot in your anus, uh
The other all on your neck, repeatedly stomp 'til I break it, uh
I'm demanding respect, these bitches is telling me take it
DJ Khaled, even if I had callus, the torch ain't no challenge, ain't it

One for the money, two for the
Three for them hoes saying anything
They say ready for whatever!
They say ready for whatever
I around the world, twice to be exact
Six bad bitches and they lapped up in the
say they ready for whatever!
They say they ready for (for whatever, for whatever, for whatever)