Luyện nghe bài hát Touch the Sky

Niggas try to me and make history Arab
You try to shit on me and make
You history!

You got to the guy
In God I trust, he in I
I get high it feel like I (touch the sky)
And I dress to kill
I make it so you to die, bless the guy
If he try and take the and (testify)
Yeah buddy boy him into Buddy Lee
With four dirty niggas in some ugly (na-na-na)
And despite figures, you can't triggas
off light liquor light niggas (na da da da)
In the wintertime but I got the drop
Snowin' out showin' out, the top (na-na-na)
I do what I to do
They say "you little you"
"Look man all gonna laugh at you" (ha ha ha)
You it in public, fuck it, you like it, I love it
Butt disgustin', I'm disgusted, don't wanna it
Look me eye-to-eye, we go eye-for-eye
But pardon, I'm on (la-la-la)

out and (touch the sky)
up and (touch the sky)
Smoke a and (touch the sky)
Can (testify)
We just doin' what we do
Nah Cam, I can tell they used to you

on the floor, guns on the wall
If there's money to make I'm makin' a call
Blood on my chain, in the jar
in the air, 2 pits in the yard
Handlin' biz, cameras all over the
You broke and can't it
To count this much money you need enough
Some went to Stanford, I grew up on Cam and
Makin' money and makin' it fast
Rollin' a and I'm makin' it last
my Gang, ain't no fakin' it
Drivin' my car it ain't got no brakes in it
Now both my got a safe in it
Had my own swag, you takin' it
one up and I'm facin' it
Got so much you could taste the shit
Shout out to J
He them Louis shades
We all get stupid
I ball, let's hoop
Got one, need two of them
at me, see I'm doin' my thing
I'm tryna up my sushi game
Old shit, you's a lame

out and (touch the sky)
up and (touch the sky)
Smoke a and (touch the sky)
Can (testify)
We just doin' we usually do
Nah Cam, I can tell they used to you

out and (touch the sky)
up and (touch the sky)
Smoke a and (touch the sky)
Can (testify)
We doin' what we usually do
Nah Cam, I can tell they used to you

Shit, I'm high
You bug it, the pesticides
Dibble out the bag, put the rest
flow, the cool'll never die
Ask me if I'm stoned, when am I not?
Rollin' up, you hit this L' or nah?
Uh, coped another Rollie, I was pressed for
TNT pullin' up, but we don't to swine
Send the corner pies, hustler ?
nights, blowin' blunts on Morningside
While you was in the nosebleeds at the Drake & tour
I was Hitler the pounds, got like 8 off
Eatin', clean the plate off, They only 'cause they lost
class nigga, make a flight before the takeoff
Uh, fuck a label, it's Black Label
Indie but I'm that major
It's still fuck the side
never nothin' ride
shit, roof the bitch
see if she can (touch the sky)

out and (touch the sky)
up and (touch the sky)
Smoke a and (touch the sky)
Can (testify)
Uh we just doin' what we do
Nah Cam, I can tell they used to you

out and (touch the sky)
up and (touch the sky)
Smoke a and (touch the sky)
Can (testify)
Uh we doin' what we usually do
Nah Cam, I can they ain't used to you