Luyện nghe bài hát Alive

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

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

2: Offset & Lil Jon]
Offset!
Ooh, thankin' the I'm alive (God)
Your diamonds not alive (dead)
Bentley swervin', it's wide (skrrt)
you be talkin' to 12 (who?)
But I do not fuck them guys (no)
First time I seen me a (bale)
I it was gold in my eyes (yes)
The coupe all red (ooh)
Duplex, shawty (ooh)
We not feelin' vibe (yeah)
Nigga out, retired (retired)
Niggas out here true (nah)
Two-door coupe, no (skrrt, skrrt)
Spikes on the back of my (spikes)
You got more 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 lookin' at the biggest (ooh)
Lookin' at the biggest
That I put up in my hula hoops (boogers)
You really out of style now (style)
Bitches really to bow down (bow)
Migo is a cash cow
Lay the track, get the bags out (woo)
and the mags out
It's time for the birds, take a now (brrr)
Smokin' cookie, 'bout to out (cookie)
Come to the Nawf, got the out

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

3: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, yeah, 2 Chainz!
Rick James, your titties, it's a celebration
Stuntin', I wore a mink to my (yeah)
F-F-Fuck the world, I think it's (okay)
If you ain't money, what's 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 to noise, bumpin' like a canker sore (bump)
I her,