Luyện nghe bài hát What The Fuck

This of ours
Got me driving cars 200 miles per hour
Parked outside a 5-star lobbies
Drunk models the bar legs all wobbly
Bitch choose 'fore you lose, get a chance at
This how life get, when you with the owners, the one's who set prices
Bringing that green sticky cactus to your
I won't pass it, don't bother asking, this for my jet lifers
dyers, chevy riders, front liners won't define her, jeans designer
My bitches get flights 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 so good on my momma
When I put that on my momma, and so continues the
day another dollar, another club night, another 40 popped 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 don't trip I got it
Smelling like deep pockets, higher a helicopter
that ignorant shit but I deliver it so proper
You see me with binoculars, church homie gospel
Impossible to do it bigger than me we colossal
Talking money out here and I'm like I'm looking for fossils
Triple OG some y'all to childish, can't eat round me'
Bring them boys to McDonalds they playing
What the

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