Luyện nghe bài hát Work for It [Explicit]

DJ Khaled!

Make me give up I worked for
You gon' make me give up I worked for
Sunday, you go to church though
I still 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 pray to for
You gon' make me give up I worked for

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

me give up everything I worked for
You gon' make me give up I worked for
Sunday, you go to church though
I still bless you, but you know what come though
Make me up everything 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 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 dope boys, I keep a 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 take my pistol to the mall, my pistol with me
That bitch is me, and young niggas admire me
Yeah, but I'm a product of the streets so won't hire me

let you play me off the streets you know I got kids
And more major keys a locksmith
I could teach you niggas how to rock
My bed was a pallet on the
My was a bus named MARTA
Pillow full of Estee
Nigga, I'm to a charger
Nothing but foreign in my garage, ah

Make me up everything I worked for
You make me give up everything I worked for
Sunday, you ain't go to church
I still bless you, but you know what first 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

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

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