Luyện nghe bài hát What The Fuck

This of ours
Got me driving sports cars 200 per hour
Parked a 5-star hotel lobbies
Drunk models leaving the bar all wobbly
choose 'fore you lose, get a chance at excitement
This how life get, when you pilot with the owners, the who set prices
Bringing that green cactus to your cypher
I won't pass it, don't even bother asking, this for my jet
Never dyers, chevy riders, front liners won't define her, jeans
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, that's gonna look so on my momma
When I put that on my momma, and so continues the
Another day another dollar, club 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 smelling like a big
Heavy profit, like don't trip homeboy I got it
Smelling like deep pockets, higher than a
Spit that ignorant but I deliver it so proper
You see me with binoculars, church homie gospel
Impossible to do it bigger than me we dope
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
the fuck

We V12 engines into private parking lots, by way of secret entrance
We in the building now, rooftop been up here huh?
You can't come through alone without from my set to vouch for you homes
Take it all in love, you some grown men
The chosen know when the going get tough, the tough up and keep right the fuck going
Champagne pouring every morning, celebration God us we made it
He let them haters take us
He gave us another 24 hours to scour that paper
A where I lay up
Little momma in a Jet Life monogram applying makeup
For the day may take us
Skybox suite catered, Clippers versus
Los Angeles vacation, a little work a little of that
I'm saying... the fuck