Luyện nghe bài hát What The Fuck

This of ours
Got me driving cars 200 miles per hour
outside a 5-star hotel lobbies
Drunk models leaving the bar legs all
Bitch choose you lose, get a chance at excitement
how life get, when you pilot with the owners, the one's who set prices
Bringing that sticky cactus 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, jeans
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, gonna look so good on my momma
When I put that on my momma, and so continues the
Another day another dollar, another night, another 40 popped bottles
Them bitches bought their own way we even have to buy 'em
Corleone Jet Life Fly Mafia
Smell my I'm smelling like a big deal
Heavy profit, like don't trip homeboy 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 me we dope colossal
money out here and I'm digging like I'm looking for fossils
Triple OG y'all niggas to childish, can't eat round me'
them little boys to McDonalds they playing
What the

We pull V12 engines 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 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 every morning, celebration God kept us we made it
He let them haters take us
He gave us 24 hours 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 catered, Clippers versus Lakers
Los Angeles vacation, a work a little of that playing
I'm saying... what the