Luyện nghe bài hát What Da Fuck

This thing of
Got me driving sports cars 200 miles per
Parked outside a hotel lobbies
Drunk leaving the bar legs all wobbly
Bitch choose 'fore you lose, get a at excitement
This how life get, when you pilot with the owners, the one's who set
Bringing that green sticky cactus to cypher
I won't pass it, don't even asking, this for my jet lifers
Never dyers, chevy riders, liners won't define her, jeans designer
My best bitches get to London, ticket to Madonna I ain't even coming
I'm 2012 Rolex Regatta, St. buying diamonds for my momma
Put that on my momma, that's look so good on my momma
When I put on my momma, and so continues the saga
Another day another dollar, another club night, another 40 bottles
Them bitches bought own way we ain't even have to buy 'em
Andretti Corleone Jet Life Fly
Smell my cologne I'm smelling like a big
profit, smelling like don't trip homeboy I got it
Smelling like pockets, higher than a helicopter
Spit ignorant shit but I deliver it so proper
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'
Bring them little to McDonalds they playing
What the

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