Luyện nghe bài hát What Da Fuck

This of ours
Got me driving sports cars 200 miles per
outside a 5-star hotel lobbies
Drunk models leaving the bar legs all
Bitch choose 'fore you lose, get a at excitement
how life get, when you pilot with the owners, the one's who set prices
Bringing that green sticky 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 her, jeans designer
My best bitches get to London, ticket to Madonna I ain't even coming
I'm 2012 Regatta, St. Thomas buying diamonds for my momma
Put that on my momma, gonna look so good on my momma
When I put that on my momma, and so the saga
Another day another dollar, another club night, 40 popped bottles
Them bought their own way we ain't even have to buy 'em
Andretti Corleone Jet Fly Mafia
Smell my I'm smelling like a big deal
Heavy profit, smelling don't trip homeboy I got it
Smelling like deep pockets, than a helicopter
that ignorant shit but I deliver it so proper
You couldn't see me with binoculars, church gospel
Impossible to do it bigger than me we colossal
money out here and I'm digging like I'm looking for fossils
Triple OG some y'all niggas to childish, eat round me'
Bring them boys to McDonalds they playing
the fuck

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 through alone without somebody 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 the fuck going
pouring every morning, celebration God kept us we made it
He let them haters take us
He us another 24 hours to scour after that paper
A towel I lay up
Little in a Jet Life 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