Luyện nghe bài hát Work for It [Explicit]

DJ Khaled!

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

You gon' get this Rollie off the wrist,
You gon' have my phone full of all pics, yeah
You gon' have me flying in and out of
You said you've been losing weight and pounds
Damn, I think I'm 'bout to leave the one I'm
Start a new relationship you, this is what you do
I had you after twelve but you came after at two
I could have anything I'd want but I want you
That's the
I'm not really into the
me and you behind the tinted windows
While you throwing all these
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 that titties on the glass, pull the curtains
This that fuck you in the air, no service
This that call his ass right now, say you're him
This that him while we fucking so he heard the shit

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

Money stalking me, its the money talk to me
So if you ain't talking 'bout money then don't to me (shh)
I work with 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 seems to follow me
I take my pistol to the mall, my shop with me
bitch is jockin' me, and young 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 teach you niggas how to rock this
My bed was a on the carpet
My was a bus named MARTA
Pillow full of Lauder
Nigga, I'm to a charger
Nothing but cars in my garage, ah

me give up everything I worked 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 come first
Make me give up I worked 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, takin'
Day job job, Jamaican shit
I stick to the basics, not a basic
You deserve a young young
Heartthrob speeding up respiratory
Treat these hoes secondary
I couldn't even with my secretary
Faithful to you even when I'm on
if I'm on a different coast
I'mma still you feel close, mama
I'm addicted to your ass and
When you dance the bedroom to Magic City
Got my ass hundreds, fifties
Outta thin air, yeah thats tricking
I you to the Caribbean
your 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 chick like they did Aunt Vivian
I'mma put you on the businesses, divy up the dividends
I'mma show you what the fuck commitment is,
me give up everything I worked for
You make me give
Girl you make me leave the one I'm with
Start a new relationship with you, this feel déjà vu

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