Luyện nghe bài hát What The Fuck

This thing of
Got me sports cars 200 miles per hour
Parked outside a 5-star lobbies
Drunk models leaving the bar legs all
choose 'fore you lose, get a chance at excitement
This how life get, when you pilot with the owners, the one's who set
Bringing that green sticky to your cypher
I pass it, don't even bother asking, this for my jet lifers
Never dyers, chevy riders, front liners define her, jeans designer
My best bitches get flights to London, ticket to Madonna I even coming
I'm 2012 Rolex Regatta, St. Thomas buying diamonds for my
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 dollar, another club night, another 40 popped bottles
Them bitches bought their own way we ain't have to buy 'em
Andretti Corleone Jet Life Fly
Smell my cologne I'm like a big deal
Heavy profit, smelling like don't trip I got it
Smelling like deep pockets, higher than a
Spit that ignorant but I deliver it so proper
You couldn't see me with binoculars, homie gospel
Impossible to do it bigger than me we 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
What the

We pull V12 engines into private lots, by way of secret entrance
We in the building now, rooftop never been up here
You can't come alone without somebody from my set to vouch for you homes
Take it all in love, you around grown men
The chosen know when the going get tough, the tough up and keep right the fuck going
Champagne pouring 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 momma in a Jet Life monogram towel applying
For wherever the day may us
Skybox suite catered, Clippers versus
Los Angeles vacation, a little work a little of that
I'm saying... what the