Luyện nghe bài hát Til We Die

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

Yea, I got em yellin Oh God,
Presence fresh, your neck rise, sharp Tom
Fuck G4s, I charter Concords
And she the sky like missiles when they dodge ball
Toast them bottles the booze
Smell and stink old money buried in the kings tomb
When you think we funny, certain niggas wanna watch em
When it comes to money Im a fragrance, watch the flower blossom
it comes to bread, yall niggas know its me
I articulate beautiful like a
Hoes me that paper just like they owing threes
Chip em a revenue, God my rosaries
, thats why your witness and your highness
Were success and sippin on the finestExplain
Most you motherfuckers need to learn to behind 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 your wide
If you know you plan on coming on
On for you..
And if you think were gonna
Thats just
My fingers in the sky
Screamin a hater til the day a nigga die

She see me stackin cheese in my saggy
and Sela, smokin lavender leaf
Yellow Jesus piece, I feed the streets
Im score, that Ferrari seats
at the top, get arrogant on em
Set a bottle off, you can ride if you
My money mandatory, slippy what deposits
Money green, Maserati a body kit
Dead presidents, got my name on the
Fast in the residence on a tip
Playin innocent, the state attorney a grip
Ive got enough, get with puff, I could a flip
Fuck the charge down for me to top the list
Im a fat boy, I but em on poor shit
You see money? Im touchin mine
Its Rosay, Trey Songz, Busta
I got whatever I
You wanna hop in, comin on
have to have your mouth wide
If you know that you on coming on
On for you..
And if you were gonna stop
Thats just
My fingers in the sky
Screamin fuck a hater til the day a die
Hand on my heart while giving thanks and continued bustin these bottles
Passin the time, securin lanes, gurkin forgot
Controllin every room when I enter there start
Undecided on what to drive, think the garage is
As we do the
It successfully manifestin a thought and livin out the dream
Leave an mark of mud
I be in it like adding a chapter to the Bible my blood, listen
day is like a weekend
Like we give a fuck, celebratin for no reason
A full of trucks, aint no question, we all eatin
Then its silence I talk like Im hearin the Lord speakin now
As they about my ways
Cuz Ill be grindin, never sleepin just be on for days
Be fuckin every model, weed in out the strays
And Im bouncin that Bugatti slowly totin on the haze
Then we this shit to Trey

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