Luyện nghe bài hát Walkin' On Air

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

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

Baptized by the dope boys, ordained by the
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, the Baptist
My respected all across the atlas
I can have you and your finalized
All your screaming in Mount Sinai
Holy Ghost, the divine
My heart pure, he a real
She let me fuck so she trustworthy
Her pussy sacred so she getting all the
In his name I'm Supreme
The Book of is the springboard
Jesus Christ, look at this ice
Better yet, look at nigga's life
I'm on air

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

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

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

Fuck a tutor, better get a
your ass a lesson when they runnin' into ya
Fiends lining up like we having
This my daily bread and you consumers
All I ever wanted was to 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