Luyện nghe bài hát What The Fuck

This of ours
Got me driving sports 200 miles per hour
Parked outside a 5-star lobbies
Drunk models leaving the bar all wobbly
Bitch choose 'fore you lose, get a at excitement
This how life get, you pilot with the owners, the one's who set prices
Bringing that green sticky cactus to your
I won't pass it, don't even bother asking, for my jet lifers
Never dyers, riders, front liners won't define her, jeans designer
My best bitches get flights to London, to Madonna I ain't even coming
I'm 2012 Regatta, St. Thomas buying diamonds for my momma
Put that on my momma, gonna look so good on my momma
I put that on my momma, and so continues the saga
Another day another dollar, another night, another 40 popped bottles
Them bitches bought their own way we even have to buy 'em
Andretti Jet Life Fly Mafia
Smell my cologne I'm smelling like a big
Heavy profit, smelling like don't trip I got it
Smelling like pockets, higher than a helicopter
Spit that ignorant shit but I it so proper
You couldn't see me with binoculars, church gospel
to do it bigger than me we dope colossal
Talking money out here and I'm like I'm looking for fossils
Triple OG some y'all to childish, can't eat round me'
Bring little boys to McDonalds they playing
the fuck

We pull V12 engines into parking lots, by way of secret entrance
We in the building now, rooftop never been up huh?
You can't through alone without somebody 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 another 24 to scour after that paper
A towel 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 of that playing
I'm saying... what the