Luyện nghe bài hát Walkin' On Air

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

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

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

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

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

You know, I give and go when I get that dough
Nigga with that O, I that shit like tic-tac-toe
And these be be hating like "Meek Mill, how you get that ho?"
'Cause I get that dough, and I that flow
Just check my style and look at that
On my wrist, on some shit, 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 my feet up, rollin' weed up
Pussy niggas bluff us, couldn't beat us
Throwing balls in the field to get your ear like Derek Jeter
Double M, that's the team, I know they see us, yeah

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

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

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

Pray I die
I pray I die