Luyện nghe bài hát Til We Die

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

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

I got whatever I
You wanna hop in, bitch on
Just have to have your mouth
If you know that you plan on on
On for you..
And if you think were gonna
Thats absurd
My little in the sky
Screamin 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 if you wanna
My mandatory, slippy what deposits look
Money green, with a body 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 make a flip
Fuck the charge for me to top the Forbes list
Im a fat boy, I but em on that shit
You see that money? Im touchin
Its Rosay, Trey Songz, Busta
I got I signed
You wanna hop in, comin 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 absurd
My fingers in the sky
Screamin fuck a til the day a nigga die
Hand on my heart while giving thanks and continued these bottles open
the time, securin lanes, gurkin forgot smokin
Controllin every room when I enter start toastin
Undecided on what to drive, think the is open
As we do the
It seems manifestin a thought and livin out the dream
an unforgettable mark of mud
I be in it like adding a chapter to the Bible with my blood,
Every day is a weekend
Like we give a fuck, celebratin for no reason
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, sleepin just be ballin on for days
Be every model, every weed in out the strays
And then Im bouncin Bugatti slowly totin on the haze
Then we pass shit to Trey

I got I signed
You wanna hop in, bitch on
have to have your 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 a hater til the day a nigga die