Luyện nghe bài hát What Da Fuck

This thing of
Got me driving sports 200 miles per hour
Parked outside a hotel lobbies
Drunk models the bar legs all wobbly
Bitch 'fore you lose, get a chance at excitement
This how life get, when you pilot the owners, the one's who set prices
Bringing that green cactus to your cypher
I won't pass it, don't even asking, this for my jet lifers
Never dyers, chevy riders, front liners define her, jeans designer
My best bitches get flights to London, ticket to Madonna I ain't even
I'm 2012 Rolex Regatta, St. Thomas buying diamonds for my
Put that on my momma, that's look so good on my momma
When I put on my momma, and so continues the saga
day another dollar, another club night, another 40 popped bottles
Them bitches bought their own way we ain't have to buy 'em
Andretti Corleone Jet Life Fly
Smell my cologne I'm smelling like a big
Heavy profit, like don't trip homeboy I got it
Smelling like deep pockets, than a helicopter
Spit that ignorant shit but I it so proper
You couldn't see me binoculars, church 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 some y'all niggas to childish, eat round me'
Bring them little boys to McDonalds they
What the

We V12 engines into private parking lots, by way of secret entrance
We in the building now, rooftop never up here huh?
You can't come through without somebody from my set to vouch for you homes
Take it all in love, you some grown men
The chosen when the going get tough, the tough roll up and keep right the fuck going
Champagne pouring every morning, celebration God us we made it
He ain't let them haters us
He gave us another 24 hours to scour after that
A where I lay up
Little in a Jet Life monogram towel applying makeup
For wherever the day may us
Skybox catered, Clippers versus Lakers
Los Angeles vacation, a little work a little of playing
I'm saying... the fuck