Luyện nghe bài hát Til We Die

I got I signed
You wanna hop in, comin on
Just have to have your wide
If you know that you on coming on
On for you..
And if you think were stop
Thats just
My middle in the sky
Screamin a hater til the day a nigga die

Yea, I got em yellin Oh God,
fresh, your neck rise, sharp Tom Ford
Fuck G4s, I charter Concords
And she through the sky like missiles when they ball
Toast them bottles the booze
Smell and stink like old money buried in the kings
When you think we smell funny, certain niggas watch em
When it comes to Im a nose fragrance, watch the flower blossom
it comes to bread, yall niggas know its me
I articulate beautiful a poetry
Hoes bring me that paper just like they threes
em a revenue, God bless my rosaries
Listen , why your witness and your highness
Were celebratin and sippin on the finestExplain
Most you motherfuckers need to to stand behind us
When we 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 on coming on
On for you..
And if you think were gonna
Thats just
My fingers in the sky
Screamin fuck a hater til the day a die

She see me stackin cheese in my saggy
and Sela, smokin lavender leaf
Yellow piece, I still feed the streets
Im getting score, that Ferrari
Riders at the top, get on em
Set a bottle off, you can ride if you
My money mandatory, slippy what look
green, Maserati with a body kit
Dead presidents, got my name on the
Fast in the residence on a tip
Playin innocent, the state attorney want a
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 poor shit
You see that Im touchin mine
Its Rosay, Songz, Busta Rhymes
I got whatever I
You wanna hop in, comin on
Just have to have your mouth
If you know that you on coming on
On for you..
And if you were gonna stop
Thats absurd
My fingers in the sky
Screamin fuck a til the day a nigga die
Hand on my while giving thanks and continued bustin these bottles open
the time, securin lanes, gurkin forgot smokin
Controllin every room when I enter there start
Undecided on what to drive, think the garage is
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 to the Bible with my blood, listen
Every day is a weekend
Like we never give a fuck, for no reason
A convoy full of trucks, aint no question, we all
Then its silence when I talk like Im hearin the speakin now
As they complain my ways
Cuz Ill be grindin, never just be ballin on for days
Be fuckin model, every weed in out the strays
And Im bouncin that Bugatti slowly totin on the haze
Then we pass this to Trey

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