Luyện nghe bài hát What The Fuck

This thing of
Got me driving sports cars 200 per hour
outside a 5-star hotel lobbies
Drunk models leaving the bar all wobbly
Bitch choose 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 sticky cactus to your
I won't pass it, don't bother asking, this for my jet lifers
Never dyers, chevy riders, front won't define her, jeans designer
My bitches get flights to London, ticket to Madonna I ain't even coming
I'm 2012 Rolex Regatta, St. Thomas buying for my momma
Put that on my momma, gonna look so good on my momma
When I put that on my momma, and so continues the
Another day another dollar, another club night, 40 popped bottles
Them bitches bought their own way we ain't have to buy 'em
Corleone Jet Life Fly Mafia
Smell my I'm smelling like a big deal
profit, smelling like don't trip homeboy I got it
Smelling like pockets, higher than a helicopter
Spit that ignorant but I deliver it so proper
You couldn't see me with binoculars, church gospel
Impossible to do it bigger than me we colossal
Talking money out here and I'm digging I'm looking for fossils
Triple OG some y'all niggas to childish, can't eat me'
Bring them little boys to McDonalds they
the fuck

We pull V12 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 somebody from my set to vouch for you
Take it all in love, you around grown men
The know when the going get tough, the tough roll up and keep right the fuck going
pouring every morning, celebration God kept us we made it
He ain't let them haters us
He gave us another 24 to scour after that paper
A where I lay up
Little in a Jet Life monogram towel applying makeup
For the day may take us
Skybox suite catered, Clippers Lakers
Los Angeles vacation, a little work a little of playing
I'm saying... the fuck