Luyện nghe bài hát Til We Die

I got I signed
You wanna hop in, bitch on
Just 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 fingers in the sky
Screamin fuck a til the day a nigga die

Yea, I got em Oh God, Lord
Presence fresh, your neck rise, Tom Ford
Fuck G4s, I charter private
And she through the sky like when they dodge ball
Toast them bottles with the
Smell and stink like old money in the kings tomb
When you think we smell funny, certain niggas watch em
When it to money Im a nose fragrance, watch the flower blossom
When it to bread, yall niggas know its me
I articulate like a poetry
Hoes bring me that paper just like they threes
em a revenue, God bless my rosaries
Listen , thats why witness and your highness
celebratin success and sippin on the finestExplain
Most you motherfuckers 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, bitch on
Just have to have your wide
If you know that you plan on on
On for you..
And if you think were gonna
Thats just
My little in the sky
Screamin a hater til the day a nigga die

She see me stackin cheese in my saggy
Silver and Sela, smokin lavender
Yellow Jesus piece, I still the streets
Im getting score, Ferrari seats
Riders at the top, get on em
Set a off, you can ride if you wanna
My money mandatory, slippy what deposits
Money green, with a body kit
presidents, got my name 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 a flip
Fuck the charge down for me to top the list
Im a fat boy, I but em on that poor
You see that Im touchin mine
Its Rosay, Trey Songz, Busta
I got I signed
You hop in, bitch comin 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 little in the sky
Screamin a hater til the day a nigga die
on my heart while giving thanks and continued bustin these bottles open
Passin the time, lanes, gurkin forgot smokin
Controllin every room when I enter there toastin
Undecided on what to drive, think the garage is
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 chapter to the Bible with my blood,
Every day is like a
Like we give a fuck, celebratin for no reason
A full 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, every in out the strays
And then Im bouncin that Bugatti totin on the haze
Then we pass this to Trey

I got I signed
You hop in, bitch comin on
Just to have your 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
Screamin fuck a til the day a nigga die