Luyện nghe bài hát Workin Out

Take heart, don't let me break it in two
I'm sure that I could possibly do for you
I'm nearly on the
I'm to jump in the fuel
I'm not afraid of nothin'

on everything
I gave and got nothing back
Ain't for no pat on backs
That how we got where the fuck we at
Mama call, "Where the you at?"
"On the road, and I coming back
Until my hundred stacks make a racks
And that hundred bring a bundle back"
I was blowin' gas like the Honey
J.I.D, bitch, the snatcher
C'est la vie, shit I'm coming after
Don't get the bloody
I'm fly and I got my fly too
Shit is like passes
I wanna cry cause I'm inside
If you why, ask, "What's the matter?"

'Cause I been working hella
Shit ain't working out
I praying to the Lord
Shit really working out
I been to the stars
Keep my up in the clouds
Shit really working out
Shit ain't really out
Shit really working out

Don't
is there to gain

Shit, shit really working out
Now I got a bread
Got my niggas outta town
your ass fat, shit
I can see you out, hoo
And you got a new
Tell me, how shit working out?
Heard you doing good
Yeah, people talk, of mouth
'round when you had the dirty house
Now they won't leave you kick 'em out
These type of people can't stick
down when there's
Liquor or the spliff around
That's why I don't with niggas now
Well I fuck all my niggas
You know the
You been living tunnel vision
You and all of your are
Like women, Wonder Woman
Working for it if you ever something
for a purpose, I see what you on the
Difference in how you be your gifts
In the midst of the shit that you dealing
specific, you paid attention, panoramic
Got the like a fer-de-lance
You attack and you it
your teeth with the venom
Kinda me with these instrumentals
Or the pen and the
Or off the pimpin' since pimpin'
Keep it
Since you you a object of ridicule
Objects appearing than you ready for
Obviously you don't know what's
But that's the reason you can 'til you dead

I been working hella
ain't really working out
I been praying to the
ain't really working out
I been to the stars
Keep my head up in the
Shit ain't really out
ain't really working out
Shit really working out

C'mon bruh, come to the booty club one
Throw some of that money
Throw some of that money
At these hoes,
got dreams too, nigga
They got shit to do too
They got dreams too bruh
Y'all aye aye, aye aye, uh uh
Next time you see that nigga J. Cole
You that nigga the same thing man
I fuck with niggas bro
Why that J. Cole
Got all money, look like he 'bout to
Borrow charger or something
"C'mon bruh, let me get your bruh
Let me get my shit to uh, uh 10%
And give this shit back to you bruh bruh"
C'mon bruh some of that
money, let me see it