Luyện nghe bài hát Work For It

DJ Khaled!

Make me give up everything I for
You gon' make me up everything I worked for
Sunday, you ain't go to church
I still bless you, but you know come first though
Make me up everything I worked for
You gon' make me up everything I worked for
Sunday, that's what they to church for
You gon' make me up everything I worked for

You gon' get this Rollie off the wrist,
You gon' have my phone full of all pics, yeah
You have me flying in and out of town
You you've been losing weight and dropping pounds
Damn, I I'm 'bout to leave the one I'm with
Start a new with you, this is what you do
I had you after but you came right after at two
I have anything I'd want but I still want you
That's the
I'm not really the sentimentals
Just me and you behind the tinted
While you all these innuendos
We just finna fuck up all the at the SLS
That's LA confidential, show me everything you've been through
We only do what we to like, woah
This that titties on the glass, pull the shit
This that you in the air, no service dick
This that call his ass now, say you're deserting him
This that call him while we fucking so he the shit

Make me up everything I worked for
You gon' make me give up everything I for
Sunday, you ain't go to church
I still bless you, but you know come first though
me give up everything I worked for
You gon' make me give up I worked for
Sunday, that's they pray to church for
You gon' me give up everything I worked for

stalking me, its like the money talk to me
So if you ain't talking 'bout money then don't to me (shh)
I work dope boys, I keep a fork on me, (skrt)
I'm in my top but won't let you get the drop on me (catch up)
I keep the yop on me and trouble seems to me
I take my to the mall, my pistol shop with me
That bitch is me, and young niggas admire me
Yeah, but I'm a of the streets so they won't hire me

let you play me off the streets you know I got kids
And more major keys a locksmith
I teach you niggas how to rock this
My bed was a pallet on the
My ride was a bus MARTA
full of Estee Lauder
Nigga, I'm to a charger
Nothing but foreign in my garage, ah

Make me give up I worked for
You gon' make me give up everything I for
Sunday, you go to church though
I bless you, but you know what come first though
Make me give up I worked for
You gon' make me give up everything I for
Sunday, that's they pray to church for
You gon' make me up everything I worked for

I'm takin' risks, she pills, takin' pics
Day job night job, shit
I stick to the basics, not a bitch
You a young young legendary
speeding up your respiratory
Treat others hoes secondary
I couldn't even cheat my secretary
Faithful to you even I'm on road
Even if I'm on a different
I'mma still make you close, mama
I'm addicted to your ass and
you dance the bedroom turn to Magic City
Got my ass throwing hundreds,
Outta thin air, thats magic tricking
I you to the Caribbean
your mind as clear as the water you swimming in
In and out that bitch like we
I won't change you up next season for chick like they did Aunt Vivian
I'mma put you on the businesses, I'mma up the dividends
I'mma show you what the fuck is, baby
Make me give up I worked for
You gon' make me
you make me wanna leave the one I'm with
Start a new relationship with you, feel like déjà vu

me give up everything I worked for
You gon' make me give up everything I for
Sunday, you ain't got to though
I still bless you but you what come though
me give up everything I worked for
You gon' make me up everything I worked for
Sunday, that's what they to church for
You make me give up everything I worked for