Luyện nghe bài hát Make It Work (Drake Diss)

Aye, nigga, that work like?
Aye, bitch, what work like?
You know me I've been trappin' it all night
Niggas wanna take it there, we can it there,all night

1]
Aye nigga, Raw the drama
bring it to your face, cook it like Benihana's
Then ride out on
And my dirty, I've been countin' straight 100's
Why these niggas wanna test me on the low
Got no mothafuckin' so I'm patient with the scope though
Put your mouth on the low
Sleepin' with the enemy, like hangin' on a rope
Jim Carrey, I ain't fuckin' you liars
All black attire, if we it fuel the fire
It's time and we aimin' for the
I'm puttin' X's on the wall, if you resurrect, you
Sphinx, I'm a pharaoh, ain't a
Potato on the barrel, watch your soul fly a sparrow
All my niggas thorough about
Nigga was my homie, all these bitches know you're phony

Aye, nigga, what that work
Aye, bitch, what that work
You know me, I've been trappin' it all night
Niggas wanna take it there, we can take it all night
Aye, nigga, what that like?
Aye, bitch, what that like?
'Bout money, you've been trappin' with it all night
Bitches wanna take it there, you gon' take it there all

2]
I make that reappear
Hoppin' off the leer, no passengers in here
I got Dusse poppin', no
Why you in my ear? I can hear the clear
I'm back in the city and it's clear
My name in the sky the lights on the field
I'm a gold buyin' pioneer
Got that rikki in the trunk and I pop it if a liar
Papa's got a new bag, baby, Goyard
Cash, baby, Maybach rag baby, baby
LK frames on the dash, the fast lane
a baddy, mane, ass, got a fatty, mane
Tattoos, Vera Wang, G5,
Last Kings, everything (everything?)
Cartier love rings, but ain't no love thing
Married to them things, Franklins and money trees

Take it all night, nigga
We can take it there all night,
Gettin' money all night,
And your with me all night, nigga
We can it there all night, nigga
Take it there all night,
I'll be on the first flight,
You ain't on this jet flight,

6 God

Produced By: & SykSense

Rrrr

I'll it, I'll admit it
your motherfuckin' tone boy
Get boy
Aww here go another mo'fucker that don't understand the concept of puttin' money boy (first)
I'm 'bout to hit you the work boy (work)
I'm to hit you with the work boy (work)
I hate comin' through stuntin' on niggas that I know, ahh that's the boy (worst)
I'll admit it, I'll it
You been a man for like a minute
I told you that I'm in it for the haul
You can get the business
I'll it, I'll admit it
Rolling swishers hittin'
Got me like a ball hog
I don't pass 'em I get it
admit it, I'll admit it
You too worried the bitches
I got one girl, and she my girl, and nobody can hit it
She'll admit it, she'll it
She ain't fuckin' with you
And just like every other thing in my life
You can her when I'm finished
I hear the talk on is I'm the shit boy
Phone call home, shit is hot up in the 6 boy
Shit hot up in the 6 right now hot up in the 6 boy
is hot up in the 6 right now
Come see us and get it boy
Black on the road boy
had a Rolls Royce
Sold a Bentley last week, them were my old toys
I give a about old boy
I a fuck about his squad boy
I give a fuck your mob boy
I'm the 6 God boy
I'm about to say a thing
I'm about to say a thing
You was poppin' back when wore a U-chain
God damn you
I put it on 'erything, a err ting
It's a OVO come through things
I know you heard
I know you heard things
Yeah, I you heard things
I'm not new to
Coming the motherfucking 6 side
I'm not new to
Niggas make it on this side
I'm not new to
I'm not new, I'm not new
Yeah, I know you things
Nobody really likes us for us
Yeah, all I ever needed was the squad so that's up
Yeah, my got the whole city a way right now
So I don't give a about what anybody sayin' right now