Luyện nghe bài hát Tuscan Leather

Comin' off the last record, I'm gettin' 20 million off the
Just to off these records, nigga a record
I'm livin' like I'm out on my last adventure
Past the when you have to mention
This is nothin' for the radio, but they'll play it though
it's that new Drizzy Drake, that's just the way it go
Heavy airplay all day no chorus
We keep it thorough, nigga, rap this for all of my borough niggas
I reached the where don't shit matter to me, nigga
I reached that Dwight Howard couldn't reach, nigga
Prince Akeem, they throw flowers at my feet,
I could go a hour on this beat,
I'm just as famous as my
But that's still the boss, don't get for
Get hype on tracks and jump in front of a bullet you meant for
Cause you really wanna hear me vent more
Hot temper, scary
Here's a reason for niggas that's hatin' one
That always let they run
Bench players talkin' starters, I hate it
Started the bottom, now we here, nigga, we made it
Yeah, Tom tuscan leather smelling like a brick
Degenerates, but even Ellen our shit
Rich enough I don't have to tell 'em that I'm rich
Self explanatory, you just here to the story, wassup

Sittin' Row like they say up at UNLV
rebel, young money nothin' you could tell me
Paperwork too long, maybe they don't understand me
compromise if I have to, I gotta stay with the family
Not even talkin' to Nicki, communication is
I dropped the ball on some personal shit, I to embrace it
I'm honest, I make mistakes, I'd be the second to it
Think that's why I need her in my life, to check me I'm trippin'
On a mission shift the culture
Tell me who dissin', I got some things hit the culprit
Them throat flows, them shits to stop all of the talkin'
All of the talkin', got one reply for all of comments
what you think, I'm too busy, that's why you leave a message
Born a perfectionist, guess makes me a bit obsessive
shit I heard from you lately really relieved some pressure
Like aye, B I got CD, you get an E for effort
I piece letters and get to talkin' reckless
I don't like credentials, you know you see the necklace
My life's a completed
I'm tired of hearin' 'bout who you for now
Just give it time, we'll see who's around a decade from now
real

How much time is this nigga spendin' on the
I've been feelin' like Guy Pearce in Memento
I just set the bar, niggas fall under it a limbo
The family all that matters, I'm just out with my kinfolk
Off everything my pen wrote we went from to winslow
This for shorty up on glen grove who love I catch my tempo
I sip the Pora and to Cappadonna
The fresh just had dinner with Tatyana, no lie
All these 90's fantasies on my
The is that with mine, they all come true in due time
I might come through security to check if you're fine
That's just me on my solo fuck it, like YOLO
to tell you, "accept yourself"
You don't have to prove shit to no one except
And if you end up needin' some extra help, I could help
You know, on your feet and shit
Tryna get my karma up, fuck the and greedy shit
How much time is this spendin' on the intro?
How this nigga workin' he got a fuckin' twin though?
Life is crazy, 40 on Martin Scorcese
And I wouldn't change a thing if you me, now real nigga wassup
How much time is this nigga spendin' on the

As hell below, I'll see you when you get
Are you yourself?
If we may we'd just like to off with something a bit inspirational
Hopefully something a bit as to us all
Are having the fears, shedding similar tears
And of dying in so many years
It don't mean we can't have a good life
So we'd to just maybe close out with something, some food for thought