Luyện nghe bài hát What Da Fuck

This thing of
Got me sports cars 200 miles per hour
Parked outside a 5-star lobbies
models leaving the bar legs all wobbly
Bitch 'fore you lose, get a chance at excitement
how life get, when 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 even 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 Madonna I ain't coming
I'm 2012 Rolex Regatta, St. Thomas buying for my momma
Put that on my momma, that's gonna look so good on my
When I put that on my momma, and so continues the
Another day another dollar, another night, another 40 popped bottles
Them bitches bought their own way we ain't have to buy 'em
Andretti Corleone Jet Fly Mafia
Smell my cologne I'm smelling a big deal
Heavy profit, smelling don't trip homeboy I got it
Smelling like deep pockets, higher than a
Spit that ignorant shit but I deliver it so
You couldn't see me with binoculars, homie gospel
to do it bigger than me we dope colossal
Talking money out here and I'm digging I'm looking for fossils
Triple OG y'all niggas to childish, can't eat round 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 building now, rooftop never been up huh?
You can't come alone without somebody from my set to vouch for you homes
Take it all in love, you around some men
The chosen know when the going get tough, the tough roll up and keep right the going
Champagne every morning, celebration God kept us we made it
He ain't let them take us
He gave us another 24 to scour after that paper
A where I lay up
momma in a Jet Life monogram towel applying makeup
For wherever the day may us
suite catered, Clippers versus Lakers
Los Angeles vacation, a work a little of that playing
I'm saying... the fuck