Luyện nghe bài hát Work for It [Explicit]

DJ Khaled!

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

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

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

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

Can't let you me off the streets you know I got kids
And more keys than 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
but foreign cars in my garage, ah

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

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

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