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 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
G4s, I charter private Concords
And she through the sky like missiles when they dodge
Toast bottles with the booze
Smell and stink like old buried in the kings tomb
When you we smell funny, certain niggas wanna watch em
When it comes to Im a nose fragrance, watch the flower blossom
When it comes to bread, yall know its me
I articulate like a poetry
Hoes bring me that paper like they owing threes
em a revenue, God bless my rosaries
Listen , thats why witness and your highness
Were celebratin and sippin on the finestExplain
Most you motherfuckers to learn to stand behind us
When we come and dismantle you quick and leave you spineless
But thats for you to us

I got whatever I
You hop in, bitch comin on
Just to have your mouth wide
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 cheese in my saggy sheets
Silver and Sela, smokin lavender
Yellow Jesus piece, I still the streets
Im getting score, 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 with a kit
Dead presidents, got my name on the
Fast in the residence on a tip
Playin innocent, the state want 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 money? Im touchin mine
Its Rosay, Trey Songz, Rhymes
I got I signed
You wanna hop in, bitch on
Just to have your mouth wide
If you know you plan on coming on
On for you..
And if you think were stop
Thats absurd
My little in the sky
Screamin fuck a hater til the day a die
Hand on my heart giving thanks and continued bustin these bottles open
Passin the time, securin lanes, gurkin forgot
Controllin every room when I there start toastin
Undecided on what to drive, the garage is open
As we do the
It seems successfully manifestin a thought and livin out the
an unforgettable 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 convoy full of trucks, no question, we all eatin
Then its silence when I like Im hearin the Lord speakin now
As they about my ways
Cuz Ill be grindin, never sleepin just be on for days
Be every model, every weed in out the strays
And then Im bouncin that Bugatti totin on the haze
Then we this shit to Trey

I got whatever I
You wanna hop in, comin on
Just have to have your wide
If you know you plan on coming on
On for you..
And if you were gonna stop
just absurd
My little in the sky
Screamin a hater til the day a nigga die