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 armored
Your mami house next, tell bitch to duck
no sympathying in a city streets
That's all I ever heard my older G's
She say she love me, but I know she for keeps
Slip a black snake in a nigga's
Bought a a hundred acres, all red roses
Half you niggas Judas, I'm the son of
Illuminated, as Selassie
Bob Marley through the on the day I die
Rolls on dirt roads, we dope boys (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 big, bitch, I'm talking 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 you and your team finalized
All your kids screaming in Sinai
Ghost, the divine spirit
My heart pure, he a nigga
She let me fuck early so she
Her sacred so she getting all the purses
In his I'm Supreme Lord
The Book of Leviticus is the
Jesus Christ, at this nigga's ice
Better yet, at this nigga's life
I'm on air

You already know, I give and go when I get that
Nigga with O, I move that shit like tic-tac-toe
And these be niggas be like "Meek Mill, how you get that ho?"
'Cause I get that dough, and I spit that
Just check my and look at that Roll'
On my wrist, on shit, make a call, "Who is this?"
it's Benjie on the line and he called, tried to flip
What I do? Make a call, call 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 couldn't us, couldn't beat us
Throwing curve balls in the field to get your ear like Derek
Double M, yeah that's the team, I know they see us,

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 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 runnin' ya
Fiends lining up like we communions
my daily bread and you niggas consumers
All I ever wanted was to scrilla
a recording session with J Dilla
Selassie,
Corinthians,
I'm on the books, I well
Getting money, bitches me well (Huh)

Pray I die
I pray I die