Luyện nghe bài hát What Da Fuck

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

We pull V12 engines into private parking lots, by way of secret
We in the now, rooftop never been up here huh?
You can't come 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 get tough, the tough roll up and keep right the fuck going
Champagne pouring every morning, celebration God kept us we it
He ain't let haters take us
He gave us 24 hours to scour after that paper
A where I lay up
Little momma in a Jet monogram towel applying makeup
For the day may take us
Skybox suite catered, versus Lakers
Los Angeles vacation, a little a little of that playing
I'm saying... what the