Luyện nghe bài hát Til We Die

I got whatever I
You wanna hop in, comin on
Just have to have your wide
If you know that you on coming on
On for you..
And if you think gonna stop
Thats absurd
My middle in the sky
Screamin fuck a hater til the day a die

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

I got whatever I
You wanna hop in, comin on
Just have to have mouth wide
If you that you plan on coming on
On for you..
And if you were gonna stop
Thats just
My little in the sky
fuck a hater 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 score, that Ferrari seats
Riders at the top, get on em
Set a bottle off, you can ride if you
My mandatory, slippy what deposits look
Money green, with a body kit
presidents, got my name on the blim
Fast in the residence on a tip
Playin innocent, the state attorney want a
Ive got enough, get with puff, I could a flip
the charge down for me to top the Forbes list
Im a fat boy, I but em on poor shit
You see money? Im touchin mine
Its Rosay, Trey Songz, Rhymes
I got I signed
You wanna hop in, bitch on
Just to have your mouth wide
If you know you plan on coming on
On for you..
And if you were gonna stop
just absurd
My fingers in the sky
Screamin fuck a hater til the day a die
Hand on my while giving thanks and continued bustin these bottles open
the time, securin lanes, gurkin forgot smokin
Controllin every room when I there start toastin
Undecided on what to drive, the garage is open
As we do the
It seems successfully manifestin a thought and out the dream
Leave an mark of mud
I be in it like adding a to the Bible with my blood, listen
Every day is like a
Like we never give a fuck, for no reason
A convoy of trucks, aint no question, we all eatin
Then its silence I talk like Im hearin the Lord speakin now
As they complain about my
Cuz Ill be grindin, never just be ballin on for days
Be fuckin every model, weed in out the strays
And then Im bouncin that Bugatti slowly on the haze
we pass this shit to Trey

I got I signed
You wanna hop in, comin on
Just have to have mouth wide
If you know that you plan on on
On for you..
And if you think were stop
just absurd
My little in the sky
Screamin fuck a til the day a nigga die