Luyện nghe bài hát Walkin' On Air

I we all live forever
I pray I'm a to all prophets
May I be rich

on my head, pussy boy, that ain't enough
Bullet to your trap strapped in my truck
mami house next, tell that bitch to duck
Ain't no sympathying in a streets
That's all I ever heard my older G's
She say she love me, but I know she for keeps
a black snake in a nigga's sheets
Bought a bitch a acres, all red roses
you niggas Judas, I'm the son of Moses
Illuminated, as Selassie
Bob through the trumpets on the day I die
Rolls Royces on roads, we dope boys (Dope boys)

Baptized by the boys, ordained by the assholes
My salvation is the cash
Whoa, oh
I'm on air

I'm talking big bitch, I'm big
I'm talking big, bitch, I'm big
We do it big bitch, we do it big

I'm into fashion, nigga, the Baptist
My loyalty respected all across the
I can you and your team finalized
All kids screaming in Mount Sinai
Ghost, the divine spirit
My heart pure, he a real
She let me fuck so she trustworthy
Her pussy sacred so she all the purses
In his name I'm Supreme
The Book of Leviticus is the
Jesus Christ, at this nigga's ice
Better yet, look at this life
I'm on air

You already know, I and go when I get that dough
with that O, I move that shit like tic-tac-toe
And be niggas be hating like "Meek Mill, how you get that ho?"
I get that dough, and I spit that flow
Just my style and look at that Roll'
On my wrist, on shit, make a call, "Who is this?"
Think it's on the line and he called, tried to flip
I do? Make a call, call Papi for a brick
And papi José, 'cause José got fish
Now I'm 30,000 feet up with my feet up, weed up
Pussy niggas couldn't us, couldn't beat us
Throwing curve balls in the field to get ear like Derek Jeter
Double M, yeah the team, I know they see us, yeah

Wait a minute, wait a
a minute, wait a minute
Wait a minute, a minute

I'm talking big, bitch, I'm big
I'm big, bitch, I'm talking big
We do it big, bitch, we do it big

Fuck a tutor, better get a
Teach your ass a lesson when they into ya
lining up like we having communions
This my daily bread and you consumers
All I ever was to make scrilla
a recording session with J Dilla
Selassie,
Corinthians,
I'm on the books, I well
money, bitches know me well (Huh)

Pray I die
I I never die