Luyện nghe bài hát Til We Die

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

Yea, I got em yellin Oh God,
fresh, your neck rise, sharp Tom Ford
Fuck G4s, I private Concords
And she through the sky like when they dodge ball
Toast bottles with the booze
Smell and stink old money buried in the kings tomb
you think we smell 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 beautiful like a poetry
Hoes bring me paper just 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 need to learn to stand 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 to have your mouth wide
If you that you plan on coming on
On for you..
And if you think were gonna
Thats absurd
My little in the sky
Screamin fuck a til the day a nigga die

She see me stackin cheese in my sheets
Silver and Sela, smokin lavender
Jesus piece, I still feed the streets
Im getting score, Ferrari seats
Riders at the top, get on em
Set a off, you can ride if you wanna
My money mandatory, slippy what deposits
Money green, Maserati a body kit
Dead presidents, got my name on the
in the residence based on a tip
Playin innocent, the state attorney want a
Ive got enough, get with puff, I could a flip
Fuck the charge down for me to top the Forbes
Im a fat boy, I but em on that poor
You see that Im touchin mine
Its Rosay, Trey Songz, Rhymes
I got I signed
You wanna hop in, bitch on
Just have to have your mouth
If you know that you plan on on
On for you..
And if you were gonna stop
just 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 every room when I enter there toastin
Undecided on what to drive, think the 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
day is like a weekend
Like we never 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 complain about my ways
Cuz Ill be grindin, never sleepin just be on for days
Be fuckin every model, weed in out the strays
And then Im bouncin Bugatti slowly totin on the haze
Then we pass this shit to

I got whatever I
You wanna hop in, bitch on
Just have to have mouth wide
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 til the day a nigga die