Luyện nghe bài hát What Da Fuck

This thing of
Got me driving sports 200 miles per hour
Parked outside a 5-star lobbies
Drunk models leaving the bar legs all
Bitch choose 'fore you lose, get a chance at
This how life get, when you pilot with the owners, the who set prices
Bringing that green sticky cactus to cypher
I won't pass it, even bother asking, this for my jet lifers
Never dyers, chevy riders, liners won't define her, jeans designer
My best bitches get flights to London, ticket to Madonna I ain't even
I'm 2012 Regatta, St. Thomas buying diamonds 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 club night, another 40 popped
Them bitches bought own way we ain't even have to buy 'em
Corleone Jet Life Fly Mafia
Smell my cologne I'm like a big deal
Heavy profit, smelling don't trip homeboy I got it
Smelling like pockets, higher than a helicopter
Spit that ignorant shit but I it so proper
You couldn't see me with binoculars, church gospel
to do it bigger than me we dope colossal
Talking money out here and I'm like I'm looking for fossils
OG some y'all niggas to childish, can't eat round me'
Bring little boys to McDonalds they playing
What the

We pull V12 engines into parking lots, by way of secret entrance
We in the now, rooftop never been up here huh?
You can't come through alone without 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 up and keep right the fuck going
pouring every morning, celebration God kept us we made it
He let them haters take us
He gave us another 24 hours to scour that paper
A towel I lay up
Little momma in a Jet monogram towel applying makeup
For the day may take us
Skybox suite catered, Clippers Lakers
Los vacation, a little work a little of that playing
I'm saying... what the