Luyện nghe bài hát Til We Die

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

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

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

She see me stackin cheese in my sheets
Silver and Sela, smokin lavender
Yellow Jesus piece, I still the streets
Im getting score, that seats
Riders at the top, get on em
Set a off, you can ride if you wanna
My money mandatory, what deposits look
Money green, with a body kit
presidents, got my name on the blim
Fast in the based on a tip
Playin innocent, the state attorney want a
Ive got enough, get with puff, I could make a
Fuck the charge down for me to top the Forbes
Im a fat boy, I but em on that shit
You see that Im touchin mine
Its Rosay, Trey Songz, Rhymes
I got whatever I
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 absurd
My fingers in the sky
Screamin a hater til the day a nigga die
Hand on my heart while giving thanks and continued these bottles open
Passin the time, securin lanes, gurkin forgot
Controllin room when I enter there start toastin
Undecided on what to drive, think the garage is
As we do the
It seems successfully 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
we never give a fuck, celebratin for no reason
A convoy full of trucks, no question, we all eatin
Then its silence I talk like Im hearin the Lord speakin now
As they complain my ways
Cuz Ill be grindin, never sleepin be ballin on for days
Be fuckin every model, every weed in out the
And then Im bouncin that Bugatti slowly totin on the
we pass this shit to Trey

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