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 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 everything I for
Sunday, that's what pray to church for
You gon' make me up everything I worked for

You gon' get Rollie off the wrist, yeah
You gon' have my phone full of all your pics,
You gon' me flying in and out of town
You said you've been losing and dropping pounds
Damn, I think I'm 'bout to leave the one I'm
Start a new relationship with you, is what you do
I had you after but you came right after at two
I could have anything I'd but I still want you
That's the
I'm not into 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 we meant to like, woah
This that on the glass, pull the curtains shit
This fuck you in the air, no service dick
This that call his ass now, say you're deserting him
This that call him while we so he heard the shit

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

Money me, its like the money talk to me
So if you ain't talking 'bout money then talk to me (shh)
I with 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 to follow me
I take my pistol to the mall, my pistol shop me
That bitch is jockin' me, and young admire me
Yeah, but I'm a product of the streets so they hire me

let you play me off the streets you know I got kids
And more major than a locksmith
I could 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 up everything I worked for
Sunday, you ain't go to though
I still bless you, but you know what come 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

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

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