Luyện nghe bài hát What The Fuck

This thing of
Got me sports cars 200 miles per hour
Parked outside a hotel lobbies
Drunk leaving the bar legs all wobbly
choose 'fore you lose, get a chance at excitement
This how get, when you pilot with the owners, the one's who set prices
Bringing that green sticky cactus to cypher
I pass it, don't even bother asking, this for my jet lifers
Never dyers, chevy riders, front liners won't define her, designer
My bitches get flights to London, ticket to Madonna I ain't even coming
I'm Rolex Regatta, St. Thomas buying 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 night, another 40 popped bottles
bitches bought their own way we ain't even have to buy 'em
Andretti Jet Life Fly Mafia
Smell my cologne I'm smelling a big deal
profit, smelling like don't trip homeboy I got it
Smelling like deep pockets, higher a helicopter
Spit that ignorant shit but I it so proper
You couldn't see me binoculars, church homie gospel
to do it bigger than me we dope colossal
Talking out here and I'm digging like I'm looking for fossils
Triple OG some niggas to childish, can't eat round me'
Bring them little boys to McDonalds playing
the fuck

We pull V12 engines into private lots, by way of secret entrance
We in the building now, rooftop been up here huh?
You come 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 roll up and keep right the going
Champagne pouring every morning, celebration God us we made it
He ain't let them haters us
He gave us another 24 hours to scour that paper
A where I lay up
Little momma in a Jet monogram towel applying makeup
For the day may take us
Skybox suite catered, Clippers Lakers
Los Angeles vacation, a little work a little of that
I'm saying... the fuck