Luyện nghe bài hát Til We Die

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 were gonna stop
just absurd
My middle in the sky
Screamin a hater til the day a nigga die

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

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

She see me cheese in my saggy sheets
Silver and Sela, lavender leaf
Yellow Jesus piece, I still feed the
Im getting score, Ferrari seats
Riders at the top, get on em
Set a bottle off, you can if you wanna
My money mandatory, slippy what deposits
Money green, with a body kit
Dead presidents, got my on the blim
Fast in the based on a tip
Playin innocent, the attorney want a grip
Ive got enough, get puff, I could make a flip
Fuck the charge down for me to top the Forbes
Im a fat boy, I but em on poor shit
You see that Im touchin mine
Its Rosay, Trey Songz, Busta
I got whatever I
You wanna hop in, bitch on
Just have to have your wide
If you know you plan on coming on
On for you..
And if you think 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
Passin the time, securin lanes, forgot smokin
Controllin every room when I there start toastin
on what to drive, think the garage is open
As we do the
It seems successfully manifestin a 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 give a fuck, celebratin for no reason
A convoy of trucks, aint 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 just be ballin on for days
Be fuckin every model, every in out the strays
And then Im bouncin that Bugatti totin on the haze
Then we pass this shit to

I got whatever I
You wanna hop in, bitch on
have to have your mouth wide
If you that you plan 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