Luyện nghe bài hát Staying Power

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Lately feelin' like niggas doubt me
Trust me, they don't got no staying
Atlantic, 'bout a minute later
Every record label try and me
Representin' all official
Intelligent, fly, and get nigga
I her to fly, she catch a Delta
Or she RHO, or she get to
AKA, I be speaking
'07 my jacket
AKAs at Virginia
My year, I tried to get one pregnant
Early bird, was Petersburg
Now, my bird fly to Teterboro
Halliburton full of Blues
Ain't no Akroyd or Belushi
Paranoid, so I'm drinking
Hearing voices, I don't sleep
Had a choice, I can turn a
I be runnin' back for a team or
return, wide-receiver money
Now, I'm sneaking in the club
I'm not concerned about who beefing us
I can give 'em words, I could 'em up
Rap dudes, I'm Zab
Hook, cross, jab, jab em'
Uber X, I'm in a
She was in mag, she got a attitude, uh
But, I'm cool
I'm not a little nigga big boy
I'm the outcast of the new school
Spent about three on a Bitcoin, ayy
I got for her
You a simp, why you gotta buy a for her?
buy me a 'rari, you buying Foamposites
And walk around like we different
Shit, y'all Instagram
Shit, y'a Twitter shit, yeah
I ain't about to tit for tat, but check the map
Guess who put shit there? Me,
I got her, and I can my opponents
And I'm not too popular, media treat my like a hazard or something
Y'all get the handoff and it
Me, I get it and Alvin it
Simple city niggas wild with me, so you outta town humble it
Gassing on beats, and I sweet
The is homonyms out in these streets
You probably is wondering do that mean?
I ain't too deep, but I too deep

I am the legend trying to be
Went to before I signed with my team
Niggas fly on they feet
Never that shit applying to me
Forever that shit, it run in my blood like I'm sipping mud
And tired and
We laughing at who thoughts, it's for me
I quietly quietly built my empire, to set to the rivaling teams
I'm a lion, you lying
Devour anybody me
on my teeth
All of my queens got on they sneakers
All of my women be loyal and
I take 'em all shopping then the receipt
Who with me?

Nah really? Who fucking me?
Folarin, the godbody
The himself
Rest in to Chuck Brown
He said,