Luyện nghe bài hát What The Fuck

This thing of
Got me driving sports cars 200 per hour
Parked outside a 5-star hotel
Drunk leaving the bar legs all wobbly
choose '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 pass it, don't even bother asking, this for my jet lifers
Never dyers, chevy riders, front won't define her, jeans designer
My best bitches get flights to London, ticket to I ain't even coming
I'm 2012 Rolex Regatta, St. Thomas diamonds for my momma
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 club night, another 40 bottles
Them bitches bought own way we ain't even have to buy 'em
Andretti Corleone Jet Life Fly
my cologne I'm smelling like a big deal
Heavy profit, smelling like trip homeboy I got it
Smelling like deep pockets, than a helicopter
Spit that 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 y'all niggas to childish, can't eat round me'
Bring them little boys to they playing
What the

We pull V12 engines into parking lots, by way of secret entrance
We in the building now, rooftop never up here huh?
You can't come through alone without somebody from my set to vouch for you
it all in love, you around some grown men
The know when the going get tough, the tough roll up and keep right the fuck going
Champagne pouring every morning, God kept us we made it
He ain't let haters take us
He gave us another 24 hours to scour after paper
A towel 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 work a little of that playing
I'm saying... the fuck