Luyện nghe bài hát You Ain't Gotta Lie

Study long, wrong, nigga
Hey, y'all close that front door, ya'll let flies in motherfucker
that door!
My OG up in motherfucker right now
My pops man with the in his hand, actin' a fool
Hey, hey, babe it out
Imma you what my mama had said, she like

I could you a mile away
I could see your written all on your face
So predictable your words, I what you gonna say
Who you foolin'? Oh, you you can just come and hang
the homies but your level of realness ain't the same
Circus acts only attract those that
Small talk, we know that all talk
We live in the Factory every time they mention your name

Askin', "where the hoes at?" to me
Askin', "where the moneybags?" to me
Say you got to your stash to impress me
It's all in your head,
Askin' "where the at?" to impress me
Askin' "where the at?" to impress me
"where it's at?" only upsets me
You sound the feds, homie

You ain't gotta lie to it, my nigga
You gotta lie, you ain't gotta lie
You ain't lie to kick it, my nigga
You gotta try so hard

You ain't gotta lie to kick it, my
You ain't lie, you ain't gotta lie
You ain't gotta lie to it, my nigga
You ain't gotta try so

And the don't respect you and the culture don't accept you
But you think all love
And the girls gon' neglect you once parody is done
Reputation can't protect you if you had one
Jealousy (complex), (complex)
(complex), under oath (complex)
The loudest one in the room, nigga, a complex
Let me put it in proper context

You ain't lie to kick it, my nigga
You gotta lie, you ain't gotta lie
You ain't gotta lie to it, my nigga
You ain't try so hard

You gotta lie to kick it, my nigga
You gotta lie, you ain't gotta lie
You ain't gotta lie to kick it, my
You gotta try so hard

Askin', "where the hoes at?" to me
Askin', "where the moneybags?" to me
Say you got to burn your stash to me
It's all in head, homie
Askin' "where the plug at?" to me
"where the juug at?" to impress me
Askin' "where it's at?" upsets me
You like the feds, homie

What do you got to
Tell me before you we off ya, put you in the coffin
Been allergic to talkin', been to bullshit
of dreamin' the auction, tell me just who your boss is
Niggas be fugazie, bitches be
This is for niggas and bitches who make habitual line babies, bless them little hearts
You can never me
You can relate me to him, to her, or that to them
Or you, the you love to bend
In the back, in the bed, on the floor, your ho
On the couch, in the mouth, I'll be out, though
So loud, rich got low money
And loud, broke niggas got no
The irony behind it is so
And I it all this past year
Pass on advice we feel

You ain't gotta lie to it, my nigga
You gotta lie, you ain't gotta lie
You gotta lie to kick it, my nigga
You gotta try so hard

You ain't gotta lie to it, my nigga
You ain't gotta lie, you gotta lie
You ain't gotta lie to it, my nigga
You ain't try so hard