Luyện nghe bài hát What The Fuck

This thing of
Got me driving sports 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, when you with the owners, the one's who set prices
Bringing that green cactus to your cypher
I won't pass it, don't even bother asking, for my jet lifers
Never dyers, chevy riders, front liners define her, jeans designer
My best 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 on my momma
When I put that on my momma, and so continues the
Another day another dollar, another club night, another 40 bottles
bitches bought their own way we ain't even have to buy 'em
Andretti Corleone Jet Fly Mafia
Smell my I'm smelling like a big deal
Heavy profit, smelling like trip homeboy I got it
Smelling like deep pockets, higher than a
Spit that shit but I deliver it so proper
You couldn't see me with binoculars, church gospel
Impossible to do it than me we dope colossal
money out here and I'm digging like I'm looking for fossils
Triple OG some y'all to childish, can't eat round me'
them little boys to McDonalds they playing
What the

We pull V12 engines into private lots, by way of secret entrance
We in the building now, never been up here huh?
You come through alone without somebody 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 roll up and right the fuck going
pouring every morning, celebration God kept us we made it
He ain't let them take us
He gave us another 24 hours to scour after that
A where I lay up
Little momma in a Jet Life monogram towel 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