Luyện nghe bài hát Til We Die

I got I signed
You hop in, bitch 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
just absurd
My middle in the sky
Screamin fuck a 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 dodge ball
Toast them with the booze
Smell and like old money buried in the kings tomb
you think we smell funny, certain niggas wanna watch em
When it to money Im a nose fragrance, watch the flower blossom
When it comes to bread, niggas know its me
I articulate beautiful 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
Were celebratin success and sippin on the
you motherfuckers need to learn to stand behind us
When we come and you niggas 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 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

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

I got I signed
You wanna hop in, bitch on
have to have your mouth wide
If you know that you plan on 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