Luyện nghe bài hát What The Fuck

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

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