Luyện nghe bài hát What Da Fuck

This of ours
Got me driving cars 200 miles per hour
Parked a 5-star 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 sticky cactus to your cypher
I won't pass it, don't even bother asking, for my jet lifers
Never dyers, chevy riders, front liners won't define her, designer
My best bitches get flights to London, ticket to Madonna I ain't coming
I'm 2012 Rolex Regatta, St. Thomas diamonds for my momma
Put on my momma, that's gonna look so good on my momma
When I put that on my momma, and so continues the
Another day another dollar, club night, another 40 popped bottles
Them bitches bought their own way we ain't have to buy 'em
Andretti Jet Life Fly Mafia
Smell my cologne I'm like a big deal
profit, smelling like don't trip homeboy I got it
Smelling like deep pockets, higher than a
Spit that ignorant but I deliver it so proper
You couldn't see me binoculars, church homie gospel
Impossible to do it bigger than me we dope
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 boys to McDonalds they
the fuck

We pull V12 engines private parking lots, by way of secret entrance
We in the building now, never been up here huh?
You can't come through alone somebody from my set to vouch for you homes
it all in love, you around some grown men
The chosen know when the going get tough, the tough roll up and keep right the going
Champagne pouring morning, celebration God kept us we made it
He ain't let them haters us
He gave us 24 hours to scour after that paper
A towel I lay up
Little momma in a Jet Life towel applying makeup
For the day may take us
Skybox suite catered, Clippers versus
Los Angeles vacation, a little work a of that playing
I'm saying... the fuck