Luyện nghe bài hát Work for It [Explicit]

DJ Khaled!

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

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

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

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

Can't let you play me off the streets you I got kids
And more major keys than a
I could teach you niggas how to 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 cars in my garage, ah

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

I'm takin' risks, she takin' pills, pics
Day job job, Jamaican shit
I stick to the basics, not a bitch
You deserve a young young
speeding up your respiratory
Treat these others secondary
I couldn't cheat with my secretary
Faithful to you even I'm on road
Even if I'm on a different
I'mma still you feel close, mama
I'm addicted to ass and titties
When you the bedroom turn to Magic City
Got my ass throwing hundreds,
thin air, yeah thats magic tricking
I you to the Caribbean
your mind as clear as the water you swimming in
In and out that like we amphibians
I won't you up next season for another chick like they did Aunt Vivian
put you on the businesses, I'mma divy up the dividends
I'mma show you what the fuck is, baby
me give up everything I worked for
You gon' me give
Girl you 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 first
Make me give up I worked for
You gon' me give up everything I worked for
Sunday, what they pray to church for
You gon' make me give up I worked for