Luyện nghe bài hát Work (Remix)

I gotta close the window I record
Cause New York don't how to be quiet

[Verse 1: Ferg]
Coogi down to the like I'm biggie poppa
Keep girl head in my Tommy boxers
But though, she a silly ho
Cause you know the Fergenstein getting plenty
She don't get nothin' a nigga though
All she get is hard dick and Cheerios
Kinda though, but I'm lyrical
Bet I put him in the dirt with the loafs
No though, on my window
So you see a nigga in the Benzo
Ballin'! (Skkrrrrr!)
Got me feelin' Jim Jones
I'm a though, no limp though
Couldn't copy my in Kinkos
Put in work, run up on a killer then I put him in the
Run up in the buildin', semi gon'
That's what a get when they getting on my nerves
I ain't - lay 'em on the curb
Riding on a killer who be at Ferg!
Damnnnnnnnn!!!
Girl you twerk, twerk that kitty girl it purr
Put in work, Flacko put 'em in the
French got the he gon' put him in the earth
Trinidad with a all gold hearse
Yeah, uh, put in
Q with a pound of the purp
So much he'll smoke up the Earth
Ground, A$AP World

[Verse 2: French
(Haaan!) ain't Kanye, that's Montana
cannon, he shot me so I had to do it
Put him in the dirt, put him in it
I just sold a with ten hommies on it
Her ass fat, you could park ten on it
When they up, comin' for your ice
When they bare-faced, they comin for your
Baby don't pray for me pray for the
I'm lean, it help me sleep
I'm from the streets
Never sold my body, we takin'

Put in work, put in
Put in work, put 'em in the

3: Trinidad James]
Shout out motherland, 12 years old with guns in hand
They don't ask no questions, nigga, all they do is bang bang
They ask no questions, all they do is bang bang
I said I do for them shottas, Trinidad I love ya
I do this for shottas, Jamaica I'm your brother
I know a bitch VI, yeah yeah yeah that's my partner
You got a problem with it, then, then, then, then that's your
I fuck with niggas And I fuck with Migos
I fuck with Haitian niggas, all speak is Creole
I said all I speak is real, y'all niggas hate me but
That don't get no deal, I said no that get no deal
I now got my deal, but I been gettin' this money
No green card in this struggle, give you nothing

But (Put it in work)
(Put it in work)
(Put it in work)

[Verse 4: Q]
Yawk, Yawk, Yawk, Yawk!
A lotta died, should've been from Hoover Street
No I do not a car, but I could buy one every week
Pimpin' like I'm 33, move like I'm 36
Ship O's I'm 28, Tacoma know I'm pushin' weight
O-X-Y I'm in your state, eatin' off your dinner
My heart live where Santa stay, super fly, I a cape
Bitches throwin' pussy back and forth, on my dick
Passion drippin' off her lip, she say she never had a
Uh, put in work, all big make ya twerk
All big titties lift your shirt, show a what you're worth
Yeah, put in work, his ass in front the Church
Deacon I did my shit, the pastor said, "That nigga turnt"
Pop my collar on my shirt, make these bitches go
Shippin' units, Kirk, takin' xannies poppin' percs
Might not last, I'll ya first, turn your backseat to a hearse
Back to the lab with mother Earth, had to give Ferg a verse

5: A$AP Rocky]
A lot of cried, due to crimes, homicide
by, poppin' nines, Pakistan, Columbine
Out of line, pistols barkin' "Ar, ar" or die
Write a script, a line, all I see is dollar signs
You that pretty Flacko? Ratchets, designer jackets
The same niggas who jack it be the who claim we faggots
My bitch is a movie actress, side bitch won a pageant
Got a that worked at Magic, but I'm so damn fine make a bitch look average
See my daddy in heaven, right next to
You know what's up I'm bucks
Lux, put in work