Luyện nghe bài hát Til We Die

I got whatever I
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 think were stop
Thats absurd
My middle in the sky
Screamin 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 charter private
And she through the sky like missiles when they dodge
Toast them bottles the booze
Smell and stink like old money buried in the kings
When you think we funny, certain niggas wanna watch em
When it comes to money Im a nose fragrance, watch the blossom
When it comes to bread, niggas know its me
I articulate like a poetry
Hoes bring me that paper just they owing threes
Chip em a revenue, God bless my
Listen , why your witness and your highness
celebratin success and sippin on the finestExplain
Most you motherfuckers need to to stand behind us
When we come and dismantle you niggas and leave you spineless
But thats for you to us

I got whatever I
You hop in, bitch comin on
Just have to your mouth wide
If you that you plan on coming on
On for you..
And if you think were stop
Thats just
My little in the sky
Screamin fuck a 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, that seats
Riders at the top, get on em
Set a off, you can ride if you wanna
My money mandatory, slippy deposits look
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 make a flip
Fuck the down for me to top the Forbes list
Im a fat boy, I but em on that poor
You see that money? Im mine
Its Rosay, Songz, Busta Rhymes
I got whatever I
You wanna hop in, comin on
Just have to your mouth wide
If you know that you on coming on
On for you..
And if you think were stop
Thats absurd
My little in the sky
fuck a hater til the day a nigga die
Hand on my heart while giving and continued bustin these bottles open
Passin the time, securin lanes, forgot smokin
Controllin every room when I enter there start
on what to drive, think the garage is open
As we do the
It seems manifestin 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
Like we never give a fuck, celebratin for no
A convoy full of trucks, no question, we all eatin
Then its silence when I talk like Im hearin the speakin now
As they about my ways
Cuz Ill be grindin, never just be ballin on for days
Be fuckin every model, every weed in out the
And then Im bouncin Bugatti slowly totin on the haze
Then we pass this 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 think were gonna
Thats just
My fingers in the sky
fuck a hater til the day a nigga die