Luyện nghe bài hát What The Fuck

This thing of
Got me driving sports 200 miles per hour
Parked outside a 5-star lobbies
Drunk models leaving the bar all wobbly
Bitch choose 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 to your cypher
I won't pass it, even bother 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 coming
I'm 2012 Rolex Regatta, St. Thomas buying diamonds for my
Put that on my momma, that's gonna look so good on my
When I put on my momma, and so continues the saga
Another day another dollar, another night, another 40 popped bottles
Them bitches their own way we ain't even have to buy 'em
Andretti Corleone Jet Fly Mafia
Smell my cologne I'm like a big deal
Heavy profit, smelling like don't trip I got it
like deep pockets, higher than a helicopter
Spit that ignorant but I deliver it so proper
You couldn't see me with binoculars, church gospel
to do it bigger than me we dope colossal
Talking money out and I'm digging like I'm looking for fossils
Triple OG some y'all niggas to childish, can't eat me'
Bring them little boys to McDonalds playing
What the

We V12 engines into private parking lots, by way of secret entrance
We in the building now, rooftop never been up huh?
You can't through alone without 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 the fuck 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
Little momma in a Jet Life monogram towel makeup
For the day may take us
Skybox catered, Clippers versus Lakers
Los Angeles vacation, a little a little of that playing
I'm saying... the fuck