Luyện nghe bài hát Work for It [Explicit]

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

You gon' get Rollie off the wrist, yeah
You gon' have my full of all your pics, yeah
You have me flying in and out of town
You you've been losing weight and dropping pounds
Damn, I think I'm 'bout to the one I'm with
a new relationship with you, this is what you do
I had you after twelve but you came after at two
I could have anything I'd but I still want you
the truth
I'm not into the sentimentals
Just me and you behind the windows
While you all these innuendos
We just finna up all the incidentals at the SLS
That's LA confidential, show me everything that you've been
We do what we meant to like, woah
This that titties on the glass, pull the 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 while we so he heard the shit

Make me give up I worked for
You gon' me give up everything I worked for
Sunday, you ain't go to 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 what pray to church for
You gon' make me up everything I worked for

Money me, its like the money talk to me
So if you ain't 'bout money then don't 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 seems to me
I take my pistol to the mall, my pistol with me
That bitch is jockin' me, and niggas admire me
Yeah, but I'm a of the streets so they won't hire me

Can't let you me off the streets you know I got kids
And more keys than a locksmith
I could you niggas how to rock this
My bed was a pallet on the
My ride was a bus MARTA
Pillow of Estee Lauder
Nigga, I'm to a charger
Nothing but foreign in my garage, ah

me give 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 first though
Make me up everything I worked for
You make me give up everything I worked for
Sunday, what they pray to church for
You make me give up everything I worked for

I'm risks, she takin' pills, takin' pics
Day job night job, shit
I stick to the basics, not a basic
You deserve a young legendary
Heartthrob up your respiratory
Treat these others secondary
I even cheat with my secretary
Faithful to you even I'm on road
Even if I'm on a coast
I'mma still you feel close, mama
I'm addicted to your ass and
When you dance the turn to Magic City
Got my ass hundreds, fifties
thin air, yeah thats magic tricking
I you to the Caribbean
Make your mind as as the water you swimming in
In and out that bitch like we
I won't change you up next 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 make me give
Girl you me wanna leave the one I'm with
Start a new relationship with you, this feel 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 gon' me give up everything I worked for