Luyện nghe bài hát Walkin' On Air

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

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

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

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

I'm into fashion, nigga, the Baptist
My respected all across the atlas
I can have you and team finalized
All your kids screaming in Sinai
Holy Ghost, the spirit
My pure, he a real nigga
She let me early so she trustworthy
Her pussy sacred so she all the purses
In his name I'm Lord
The Book of is the springboard
Christ, look at this nigga's 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 niggas be hating like "Meek Mill, how you get ho?"
'Cause I get that dough, and I spit that
Just check my and look at that Roll'
On my wrist, on some shit, a call, "Who is this?"
Think Benjie 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 up with my feet up, rollin' weed up
Pussy niggas couldn't us, couldn't beat us
Throwing curve in the field to get your ear like Derek Jeter
Double M, yeah the team, I know they see us, yeah

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

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

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

Pray I die
I pray I die