Luyện nghe bài hát Woke Up

I up
Boy its to get it
Walking to the window, saw the
Thank God I up
Feeling the mothafuckin realest
Living but its time to make a
God I woke up

Tryna get it day
Make a mill and run away, way, way
(I up)
these fuck boys they gotta pay
Tryna make a hundred and run away, way, way
(I up)

I woke up, woke up, thank God I up
at home but Im living life like we broke up
You hit the and post up, Im gon get it til Im filthy rich
My hands dirty, my gross up, my doing the toe touch
Thats out, til Im in the back, stretched out, drinking Ace
Cause Im decked out, whole with me
Need a guest house, yea a guest
Lately I been like mo ass and less mouth
Cause when they see that whip, they start to about kids
Man, when see this crib, they gon start to think about cribs
Been dealt with life too long, now its time to live
out the D, hardly had a pot to pee in
Now Im at the Coliseum, lil niggas see him
Tryna be him, you how to follow vision, real nigga
Politician, bad bitch, swallowtician, get it
Yea (yea), last I lost all that
Ima wake my ass up, get it all back, God

I up
Boy its to get it
to the window, saw the city
Thank God I up
Feeling like the mothafuckin
Living but its to make a killing
God I woke up

Tryna get it day
Make a hundred and run away, way, way
(I up)
Tell these boys they gotta pay
Tryna a hundred mill and run away, way, way
(I up)

I been killing shit, I say, my pit blue, my buffs gray
With a hint of white, sipping Henny white, living like I see the night
A real playa like Pinky, Im in the game, I TD
And Im all my dollars, dollars, dollars, thats 3D
I wake up a bad bitch by my side
Last night, I was so drunk, I felt
Last week, I was so high, I felt
I got a bitch so bad, I gotta hit the front
I fuck Kim K hoes, Jay Ye tone, smoking weed, thats reggaeton
Get it next to free, AJ tone, whats my name
Whats my bitch? Sayitaintone, what she saying? Sayitaintone
Who they playing? Sayitaintone, fuck sleep that too long!

I up
Boy its to get it
Walking to the window, saw the
Thank God I up
Feeling the mothafuckin realest
but its time to make a killing
Thank God I up

Tryna get it day
Make a mill and run away, way, way
(I up)
Tell these fuck boys gotta pay
Tryna make a hundred and run away, way, way
(I up)

I up
Boy its to get it
to the window, saw the city
Thank God I up
Feeling like the realest
Living but its time to a killing
Thank God I up

I woke up this
Looking at the city raised me
I can get it all now
And go get everything they never me

Like every day I wake, I say grace for my cake
Ima do dessert first, I dont gotta wait
Yea, when I hit the mall, I hit bitch in the face
God be so good to me, I gotta stop and pray
By the way, my appraised, its a couple K
On the lake, Im out of the state, at my
Bruce Wayne, Im saving the day, and Im getting bank
Im foolay, my bitch got bootay, ooh I the way
I up, my dough up, I got out, I go nuts
I show out, I up, I ball out, I po up
Ok its Early Mac off in ho, tailor-made designer coat
Watch me take it to the and deposit a pot of gold
Im

I up
Boy its to get it
to the window, saw the city
Thank God I up
Feeling like the realest
Living but its time to a killing
God I woke up