Luyện nghe bài hát Tricks on Me

Just got a call my mom
me what the lawyer was sayin'
About the
I thought had had that down, yeah

Big money shit, baby, I just bought a new six,
Flintstone in my ears, pissed on my wrist,
This just mutilated, everything decapitated
Deep on new relations, just gotta be brand
Ain't no out, no tradin', so you gotta be gang related
Pop stylin' this for my shottas incarcerated
Rockstar this shit, a street star, I in Quentin
Pop stylin' shit, how you get the high maintenance one?
How she gon' my love and give it away like it ain't nothin' to her?
How you judge my plugs, not take what I never did off of me?
Hawaiian on the thick one to the PJ
I can just the pain on Bankroll PJ
Murder murder, broad day, I got tears, I let 'em out
I can't take it, I can't it no more, I'm 'bout to spaz out
I'm good on deposits but I gotta have a house
I see you bein' and I gotta work my ass off
I chief on gas house, I pass out
in a Phantom, came with an umbrella
Survive the trenches, it's on me the day I walk it
Here came Pluto, I'ma drip all through it (Icy)
I was lettin' the shit I control destroy me
It was too deep for you, baby, pardon me
I tried to treat that shit just a party
I'ma feel weak if I you sorry

be a genius, gotta be extraordinary
Gotta plant seeds, nigga, a florist
I'm Future but I'm not a guitarist
I could've be starvin', I'm

Maybe my mind tricks on me
Maybe my playin' tricks on me
it be my ex playin' tricks on me?
Someone that's jealous playin' on me
Big boss shit, baby, I just a new PJ
came with the elevator, greet my guests, baby
iPad high maintenance, unordinary
Grapes and strawberries, nothing's got

Rockstar in this shit, like a in this shit, yeah
forget the way they did to Bankroll Fresh, gettin' harder
Seen his son at my boy birthday party, it was harder
The of the ATL don't respect nothin' but shottas
Had to look the other way, be the other way
Hit Mazi up, that was in the broad day
I popped two and I been sleep all day
(Let's go, go)

I was lettin' the shit I can't control me
Everything's too for you, my nigga, pardon me
I'm Future but I'm not a guitarist (Super)
I be starvin', I'm fortunate

Maybe my mind playin' on me (I'm so fuckin' hurt)
my mind playin' tricks on me (Maybe my mind)
Could it be my ex tricks on me?
Someone that's jealous playin' on me (Someone that's jealous, I know, I know)
Big shit, baby, I just bought a new PJ
Butler with the elevator, greet my guests, baby
high maintenance, everything's unordinary
Grapes and strawberries, nothing's got