Luyện nghe bài hát Til We Die

I got I signed
You wanna hop in, bitch 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 middle in the sky
fuck a hater til the day a nigga die

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

I got whatever I
You wanna hop in, bitch on
have to have your mouth wide
If you know that you plan on on
On for you..
And if you were gonna stop
Thats absurd
My little in the sky
Screamin fuck a hater til the day a die

She see me stackin in my saggy sheets
Silver and Sela, lavender leaf
Yellow Jesus piece, I still the streets
Im getting score, that 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 on the blim
Fast in the residence on a tip
innocent, the state attorney want a grip
Ive got enough, get with puff, I could make a
Fuck the charge down for me to top the Forbes
Im a fat boy, I but em on that shit
You see that money? Im mine
Its Rosay, Trey Songz, Rhymes
I got I signed
You wanna hop in, comin on
Just have to have your mouth
If you that you plan on coming on
On for you..
And if you think gonna stop
Thats absurd
My fingers in the sky
fuck a hater til the day a nigga die
Hand on my heart while giving thanks and continued bustin these open
Passin the time, securin lanes, gurkin smokin
Controllin every room when I enter there start
Undecided on what to drive, think the is open
As we do the
It successfully manifestin a thought and livin out the dream
Leave an mark of mud
I be in it like adding a chapter to the Bible my blood, listen
Every day is like a
we never give a fuck, celebratin for no reason
A convoy full of trucks, no question, we all eatin
Then its when I talk like Im hearin the Lord speakin now
As they complain about my
Cuz Ill be grindin, sleepin just be ballin on for days
Be fuckin every model, every weed in out the
And then Im bouncin that slowly totin on the haze
Then we pass this shit to

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