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 plan on on
On for you..
And if you think were stop
Thats just
My fingers in the sky
fuck a hater til the day a nigga die

Yea, I got em Oh God, Lord
Presence fresh, your neck rise, sharp Tom
Fuck G4s, I private Concords
And she the sky like missiles when they dodge ball
Toast them bottles the booze
Smell and stink like old money buried in the kings
When you think we smell funny, niggas wanna watch em
When it comes to money Im a nose fragrance, watch the flower
When it to bread, yall niggas know its me
I articulate like a poetry
Hoes bring me that just like they owing threes
Chip em a revenue, God bless my
, thats why your witness and your highness
Were celebratin success and sippin on the
Most you motherfuckers need to learn to stand us
When we come and dismantle you niggas and leave you spineless
But for you to dodge us

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

She see me cheese in my saggy sheets
Silver and Sela, smokin lavender
Yellow Jesus piece, I feed the streets
Im getting score, Ferrari seats
Riders at the top, get on em
Set a bottle off, you can if you wanna
My money mandatory, slippy what deposits
green, Maserati with a body kit
Dead presidents, got my name on the
in the residence based on a tip
Playin innocent, the attorney want a grip
Ive got enough, get puff, I could make a flip
Fuck the down for me to top the Forbes list
Im a fat boy, I but em on poor shit
You see that money? Im mine
Its Rosay, Trey Songz, Busta
I got whatever I
You wanna hop in, comin on
Just to have your mouth wide
If you know that you plan on on
On for you..
And if you think were stop
just absurd
My little in the sky
Screamin fuck a hater til the day a die
on my heart while giving thanks and continued bustin these bottles open
Passin the time, securin lanes, gurkin smokin
every room when I enter there start toastin
Undecided on to drive, think the garage is open
As we do the
It seems manifestin 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
day is like a weekend
Like we never a fuck, celebratin for no reason
A convoy full of trucks, no question, we all eatin
Then its silence when I talk like Im the Lord speakin now
As they about my ways
Cuz Ill be grindin, never sleepin just be ballin on for
Be fuckin every model, every weed in out the
And then Im bouncin that Bugatti slowly totin on the
Then we pass shit to Trey

I got I signed
You wanna hop in, comin on
Just have to have mouth wide
If you know that you plan on on
On for you..
And if you were gonna stop
Thats absurd
My fingers in the sky
fuck a hater til the day a nigga die