Luyện nghe bài hát Toas

I hard for everything, so why not salute?
They say a pays baby, all I got is proof
And a Sweedish broad badder my main bitch
Cigarillo rolled, you it when it aint lit
She dont cook well, but she give me brain
Make a rapper turn like T-Pain
Got her stayin up wakin up, bake
And to this the life that I chose?
Arguing with whove shorted my flight clothes
And every girl I fuck, like her boyfriend might know
Smokin all this weed as it smells, my weed in barrels
Fuck wit bitches who for Gucci and need her Chanel
Nigga, Im off life so my eyes low
Cant to see whats in the future but I drive slow
And wait for the
Hated, now say I cant miss like mister

All of this
Oh you, got me
And all of this dreamin, Im to
life like, the weekend
Dont where Im goin
Im gone, On to
Show you
Yeah Ive livin, Smokin
Dreamin Livin

I go to sleep with a picture of a Porche on my
Nigga Im tryna up on yall
Pop the trunk n front him my car, in front of broad
She reconsidering her decision to wit ya
I think it of the
Possibility of it courtside, ringside, front row of anything
Livin my life in this dream
goin so good I swear
Airplanes change wit the gang, Taylor
Wings spread over cities, leave everywhere
I care about industry mingling
was WWF wrestlers, court judges and cross dressers
I got cross-trainers, Nike, SB
Niggas cant fill my shoes Ima MC
I had a that I caked up
Tried to roll a joint, and count a when I wake up
YESSSS!!! Nigga!

All of smokin
Oh you, got me
And all of this dreamin, Im to
life like, the weekend
Dont know where Im
Im gone, On to
Show you
Yeah Ive been livin,
Dreamin Livin

All of this
Oh you, got me
And all of dreamin, Im supposed to
life like, the weekend
Dont where Im goin
Im gone, On to
Show you
Yeah Ive been livin,
Dreamin Livin