Luyện nghe bài hát Alive

[Verse 1: Lil
up in the mornin' feelin' live
God must be on my side
Got the baddest up by my side
Cash the pussy come alive
Everybody I set the vibe
Bet I'll steal your bitch it's a crime
All my niggas come doin' time
Hands in the air, we

Lil Jon]
Thank God I'm alive (woo)
been poppin' all my life (woo)
It's like my birthday night (woo)
I've poppin' all my life (woo)
God that I'm alive (woo)
I've poppin' all my life (woo)
It's like my every night (woo)
been poppin' all my life (woo)
Thank God that I'm (woo)

2: Offset & Lil Jon]
Offset!
Ooh, the Lord I'm alive (God)
Your not lookin' alive (dead)
Bentley truck swervin', it's (skrrt)
Heard you be to 12 (who?)
But I do not fuck them guys (no)
First time I seen me a (bale)
I thought it was gold in my (yes)
The all red inside (ooh)
Duplex, outside (ooh)
We not feelin' your (yeah)
Nigga played out, (retired)
Niggas out here true (nah)
coupe, no roof (skrrt, skrrt)
Spikes on the back of my (spikes)
You got money than who? (Who?)
Dior on my boo (Dior)
Real niggas salute (salute)
Drip in that the juice (drip)
Molly with the boost (ooh)
You're at the biggest group (who?)
I'm at the biggest boobs (ooh)
Lookin' at the diamonds
That I put up in my mama's hoops (boogers)
You really out of style now (style)
Bitches really to bow down (bow)
Migo Gang is a cow
Lay down the track, get the out (woo)
and the mags out
It's for the birds, take a bath now (brrr)
Smokin' cookie, to pass out (cookie)
to the Nawf, got the bags out

[Chorus: Lil
Thank God that I'm (woo)
I've poppin' all my life (woo)
It's like my every night (woo)
been poppin' all my life (woo)
Thank God I'm alive (woo)
I've been poppin' all my (woo)
It's my birthday every night (woo)
been poppin' all my life (woo)
Thank God that I'm (woo)

[Verse 3: 2
Yeah, yeah, 2 Chainz!
Rick James, show your titties, a celebration
Stuntin', I a mink to my graduation (yeah)
F-F-Fuck the world, I it's ovulatin' (okay)
If you ain't gettin' money, your occupation? (Tell 'em)
Check my DNA, the A and wet ya, boy
Woo! I think I'm carryin' a Boy
A lot of flavor, boy, I'm all my paper, boy (paper)
to L.A. and tried to smoke an acre, boy (loud)
Can't relate to noise, bumpin' like a canker (bump)
I her,