Luyện nghe bài hát Til We Die

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

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

I got I signed
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 think were gonna
just absurd
My fingers in the sky
Screamin a hater til the day a nigga die

She see me stackin in my saggy sheets
and Sela, smokin lavender leaf
Yellow Jesus piece, I 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 look
Money green, Maserati a body kit
presidents, got my name on the blim
Fast in the residence on a tip
Playin innocent, the state attorney want a
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 shit
You see that Im touchin mine
Its Rosay, Songz, Busta Rhymes
I got I signed
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 absurd
My little in the sky
Screamin fuck a hater til the day a die
Hand on my heart while giving thanks and bustin these bottles open
the time, securin lanes, gurkin 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 successfully manifestin a and livin out the dream
Leave an mark of mud
I be in it like a chapter to the Bible with my blood, listen
Every day is like a
Like we never give a fuck, celebratin for no
A full of trucks, aint no question, we all eatin
Then its silence when I talk like Im hearin the Lord now
As they complain about my
Cuz Ill be grindin, never sleepin just be on for days
Be fuckin model, every weed in out the strays
And then Im bouncin that Bugatti slowly on the haze
Then we this shit to Trey

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