Luyện nghe bài hát What The Fuck

This thing of
Got me driving cars 200 miles per hour
Parked outside a hotel lobbies
Drunk models leaving the bar all wobbly
Bitch 'fore you lose, get a chance at excitement
This how life get, you pilot with the owners, the one's who set prices
Bringing that green sticky to your cypher
I won't pass it, don't bother asking, this for my jet lifers
Never dyers, chevy riders, front liners won't define her, designer
My best bitches get flights to London, ticket to Madonna I ain't even
I'm Rolex Regatta, St. Thomas buying diamonds for my momma
Put on my momma, that's 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 even have to buy 'em
Corleone Jet Life Fly Mafia
Smell my cologne I'm smelling like a big
Heavy profit, smelling don't trip homeboy I got it
like deep pockets, higher than a helicopter
Spit ignorant shit but I deliver it so proper
You couldn't see me with binoculars, homie gospel
Impossible to do it than me we dope 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
What the

We pull V12 engines into private parking lots, by way of secret
We in the building now, rooftop never been up here
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 up and keep right the fuck going
Champagne pouring every morning, celebration God kept us we it
He ain't let haters take us
He gave us another 24 hours to after that paper
A towel I lay up
Little in a Jet Life monogram towel applying makeup
For the day may take us
suite catered, Clippers versus Lakers
Los Angeles vacation, a work a little of that playing
I'm saying... the fuck