Luyện nghe bài hát What Da Fuck

This thing of
Got me sports cars 200 miles per hour
Parked outside a hotel lobbies
Drunk models leaving the bar legs all
Bitch choose 'fore you lose, get a chance at
This how life get, when you with the owners, the one's who set prices
that green sticky cactus to your cypher
I won't pass it, don't bother asking, this for my jet lifers
Never dyers, chevy riders, front liners won't define her, jeans
My best bitches get flights to London, ticket to Madonna I ain't coming
I'm 2012 Rolex Regatta, St. Thomas buying diamonds for my
Put that on my momma, that's gonna look so on my momma
When I put that on my momma, and so the saga
Another day another dollar, another club night, another 40 popped
Them bitches bought their own way we ain't have to buy 'em
Andretti Corleone Jet Life Fly
my cologne I'm smelling like a big deal
Heavy profit, smelling don't trip homeboy I got it
Smelling like deep pockets, higher a helicopter
Spit that ignorant shit but I deliver it so
You couldn't see me binoculars, church homie gospel
Impossible to do it than me we dope colossal
money out here and I'm digging like I'm looking for fossils
Triple OG some y'all to childish, can't eat round me'
them little boys to McDonalds they playing
What the

We pull V12 engines into parking lots, by way of secret entrance
We in the building now, never been up here huh?
You come through alone without somebody from my set to vouch for you homes
Take it all in love, you some grown men
The chosen know when the going get tough, the tough roll up and keep the fuck going
Champagne every morning, celebration God kept us we made it
He ain't let them haters us
He gave us another 24 hours to scour after that
A where I lay up
Little momma in a Jet monogram towel applying makeup
For wherever the day may us
suite catered, Clippers versus Lakers
Los Angeles vacation, a little a little of that playing
I'm saying... the fuck