Luyện nghe bài hát Til We Die

I got whatever I
You hop in, bitch comin on
Just have to have your mouth
If you know that you on coming on
On for you..
And if you were gonna stop
just absurd
My fingers in the sky
Screamin fuck a til the day a nigga die

Yea, I got em yellin Oh God,
Presence fresh, your neck rise, Tom Ford
Fuck G4s, I private Concords
And she through the sky missiles when they dodge ball
Toast them with the booze
Smell and stink like old buried in the kings tomb
When you think we smell funny, certain niggas wanna em
When it comes to money Im a nose fragrance, watch the blossom
When it to bread, yall niggas know its me
I beautiful like a poetry
Hoes bring me that paper just they owing threes
Chip em a revenue, God bless my
Listen , why your witness and your highness
celebratin success and sippin on the finestExplain
Most you need to learn to stand behind us
When we come and dismantle you niggas quick and you spineless
But thats for you to us

I got whatever I
You hop in, bitch comin on
Just have to have mouth wide
If you that you plan on coming on
On for you..
And if you think were stop
Thats just
My fingers in the sky
Screamin fuck a til the day a nigga die

She see me cheese in my saggy sheets
and Sela, smokin lavender leaf
Yellow Jesus piece, I still the streets
Im getting score, that Ferrari
at the top, get arrogant on em
Set a bottle off, you can if you wanna
My money mandatory, slippy what look
Money green, Maserati with a kit
Dead presidents, got my name on the
Fast in the residence on a tip
innocent, the state attorney want a grip
Ive got enough, get with puff, I could a flip
Fuck the down for me to top the Forbes list
Im a fat boy, I but em on that poor
You see that money? Im mine
Its Rosay, Songz, Busta Rhymes
I got I signed
You wanna hop in, bitch on
Just have to have your wide
If you know that you plan on on
On for you..
And if you think gonna stop
Thats just
My fingers in the sky
Screamin fuck a hater til the day a die
Hand on my heart while giving thanks and bustin these bottles open
the time, securin lanes, gurkin forgot smokin
Controllin every when I enter there start toastin
Undecided on to drive, think the garage is open
As we do the
It seems manifestin a thought and livin out the dream
Leave an mark of mud
I be in it like adding a chapter to the Bible with my blood,
Every day is a weekend
Like we never give a fuck, celebratin for no
A convoy of trucks, aint no question, we all eatin
Then its when I talk like Im hearin the Lord speakin now
As complain about my ways
Cuz Ill be grindin, never sleepin just be on for days
Be fuckin every model, every in out the strays
And then Im bouncin that Bugatti totin on the haze
Then we pass this to Trey

I got I signed
You wanna hop in, comin on
Just have to have your mouth
If you know that you on coming on
On for you..
And if you think gonna stop
Thats just
My fingers in the sky
fuck a hater til the day a nigga die