Luyện nghe bài hát Til We Die

I got I signed
You wanna hop in, comin on
Just have to your mouth wide
If you know that you plan on on
On for you..
And if you think were gonna
Thats absurd
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, sharp Tom
Fuck G4s, I charter private
And she through the sky like missiles when they ball
Toast them with the booze
Smell and stink old money buried in the kings tomb
When you think we smell funny, niggas wanna watch em
When it comes to money Im a nose fragrance, watch the flower
When it comes to bread, yall know its me
I articulate beautiful a poetry
Hoes bring me that paper just they owing threes
em a revenue, God bless my rosaries
Listen , why your witness and your highness
celebratin success and sippin on the finestExplain
Most you need 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 hop in, bitch comin on
Just to have your mouth wide
If you know that you on coming on
On for you..
And if you think gonna stop
just absurd
My fingers in the sky
Screamin a hater til the day a nigga die

She see me stackin in my saggy sheets
Silver and Sela, smokin lavender
Jesus piece, I still feed the streets
Im getting score, Ferrari seats
at the top, get arrogant on em
Set a off, you can ride if you wanna
My money mandatory, what deposits look
green, Maserati with a body kit
Dead presidents, got my name on the
Fast in the based on a tip
Playin innocent, the attorney want a grip
Ive got enough, get with puff, I make a flip
the charge down for me to top the Forbes list
Im a fat boy, I but em on that shit
You see money? Im touchin mine
Its Rosay, Songz, Busta Rhymes
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
just absurd
My little in the sky
Screamin a hater til the day a nigga die
Hand on my heart giving thanks and continued bustin these bottles open
Passin the time, securin lanes, gurkin forgot
every room when I enter there start toastin
Undecided on what to drive, the garage is open
As we do the
It seems successfully a thought and livin out the dream
Leave an unforgettable of mud
I be in it like adding a to the Bible with my blood, listen
Every day is like a
we never give a fuck, celebratin for no reason
A convoy full of trucks, aint no question, we all
Then its silence when I like Im hearin the Lord speakin now
As they complain about my
Cuz Ill be grindin, never just be ballin on for days
Be fuckin model, every weed in out the strays
And then Im that Bugatti slowly totin on the haze
Then we pass this shit to

I got I signed
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 were gonna stop
just absurd
My fingers in the sky
Screamin fuck a hater til the day a die