Luyện nghe bài hát Til We Die

I got I signed
You wanna hop in, 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
just absurd
My middle in the sky
Screamin fuck a til the day a nigga die

Yea, I got em Oh God, Lord
Presence fresh, your rise, sharp Tom Ford
Fuck G4s, I charter Concords
And she through the sky missiles when they dodge ball
Toast them with the booze
Smell and stink like old money buried in the tomb
When you think we smell funny, certain wanna watch em
When it comes to money Im a nose fragrance, the flower blossom
When it comes to bread, yall know its me
I beautiful like a poetry
bring me that paper just like they owing threes
Chip em a revenue, God my rosaries
Listen , thats why your witness and your
celebratin success and sippin on the finestExplain
Most you motherfuckers need to learn to stand 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
Just have to have your wide
If you know that you on coming on
On for you..
And if you think were gonna
Thats absurd
My fingers in the sky
Screamin fuck a hater til the day a die

She see me stackin cheese in my sheets
Silver and Sela, smokin leaf
Yellow Jesus piece, I still the streets
Im score, that Ferrari seats
Riders at the top, get on em
Set a off, you can ride if you wanna
My mandatory, slippy what deposits look
Money green, Maserati with a kit
Dead presidents, got my on the blim
Fast in the residence on a tip
Playin innocent, the state want a grip
Ive got enough, get with puff, I could make a
Fuck the down for me to top the Forbes list
Im a fat boy, I but em on that shit
You see that money? Im mine
Its Rosay, Trey Songz, Rhymes
I got whatever I
You wanna hop in, comin on
have to have your mouth wide
If you know that you on coming on
On for you..
And if you were gonna stop
just absurd
My little in the sky
Screamin a hater til the day a nigga die
Hand on my heart while giving thanks and continued these bottles open
Passin the time, securin lanes, gurkin smokin
Controllin every when I enter there start toastin
on what to drive, think the garage is open
As we do the
It seems successfully manifestin a thought and out the dream
Leave an unforgettable of mud
I be in it adding a chapter 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 when I talk like Im hearin the speakin now
As complain about my ways
Cuz Ill be grindin, never just be ballin on for days
Be fuckin every model, weed in out the strays
And then Im bouncin Bugatti slowly totin on the haze
Then we pass this to Trey

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