Luyện nghe bài hát Til We Die

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

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

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

She see me cheese in my saggy sheets
Silver and Sela, lavender leaf
Yellow Jesus piece, I still feed the
Im score, that Ferrari seats
at the top, get arrogant on em
Set a bottle off, you can ride if you
My money mandatory, slippy what deposits
Money green, with a body kit
presidents, got my name on the blim
Fast in the based on a tip
innocent, the state attorney want a grip
Ive got enough, get with puff, I could a flip
Fuck the charge down for me to top the Forbes
Im a fat boy, I but em on that poor
You see money? Im touchin mine
Its Rosay, Trey Songz, Busta
I got I signed
You wanna hop in, comin on
Just have to have mouth wide
If you know that you on coming on
On for you..
And if you think gonna stop
Thats absurd
My fingers in the sky
Screamin fuck a hater til the day a die
Hand on my heart while giving thanks and continued bustin these open
the time, securin lanes, gurkin forgot smokin
Controllin every room when I enter start toastin
Undecided on to drive, think the garage is open
As we do the
It successfully manifestin a thought and livin out the dream
Leave an unforgettable of mud
I be in it like adding a to the Bible with my blood, listen
day is like a weekend
Like we never give a fuck, for no reason
A convoy full of trucks, no question, we all eatin
its silence when I talk like Im hearin the Lord speakin now
As complain about my ways
Cuz Ill be grindin, never just be ballin on for days
Be fuckin every model, every in out the strays
And Im bouncin that Bugatti slowly totin on the haze
we pass this shit to Trey

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