Luyện nghe bài hát Til We Die

I got whatever I
You wanna hop in, comin on
Just have to have your wide
If you know that you on coming on
On for you..
And if you were gonna stop
just absurd
My middle in the sky
Screamin fuck a til the day a nigga die

Yea, I got em Oh God, Lord
fresh, your neck rise, sharp Tom Ford
Fuck G4s, I charter Concords
And she through the sky like missiles when they ball
Toast bottles with the booze
Smell and like old money buried in the kings tomb
When you think we smell funny, certain wanna watch em
When it comes to money Im a nose fragrance, watch the blossom
When it comes to bread, niggas know its me
I articulate beautiful like a
Hoes bring me that paper just they owing threes
Chip em a revenue, God my rosaries
Listen , thats why your witness and highness
Were celebratin and sippin on the finestExplain
Most you motherfuckers to learn to stand behind us
we come and dismantle you niggas quick and leave you spineless
But thats for you to us

I got whatever I
You wanna hop in, comin on
have to have your mouth wide
If you know that you plan on on
On for you..
And if you were gonna stop
Thats absurd
My little in the sky
Screamin fuck a til the day a nigga die

She see me cheese in my saggy sheets
Silver and Sela, lavender leaf
Yellow piece, I still feed the streets
Im getting score, that Ferrari
Riders at the top, get on em
Set a bottle off, you can if you wanna
My money mandatory, slippy what deposits
Money green, Maserati a body kit
Dead presidents, got my on the blim
Fast in the based on a tip
Playin innocent, the state want a grip
Ive got enough, get puff, I could make a flip
Fuck the charge down for me to top the Forbes
Im a fat boy, I but em on that shit
You see that Im touchin mine
Its Rosay, Trey Songz, Busta
I got whatever I
You wanna hop in, comin on
Just have to have mouth wide
If you know that you on coming on
On for you..
And if you think were stop
Thats just
My fingers in the sky
Screamin a hater til the day a nigga die
Hand on my heart while thanks and continued bustin these bottles open
Passin the time, lanes, gurkin forgot smokin
Controllin every room when I enter there toastin
Undecided on to drive, think the garage is open
As we do the
It seems successfully manifestin a thought and out the dream
Leave an mark of mud
I be in it like adding a chapter to the Bible with my blood,
Every day is a weekend
Like we never give a fuck, celebratin for no
A convoy of trucks, aint no question, we all eatin
Then its silence when I talk Im hearin the Lord speakin now
As they about my ways
Cuz Ill be grindin, never sleepin just be ballin on for
Be every model, every weed in out the strays
And then Im bouncin that slowly totin on the haze
Then we pass shit to Trey

I got I signed
You hop in, bitch comin on
Just have to your mouth wide
If you know that you plan on on
On for you..
And if you think gonna stop
Thats just
My little in the sky
Screamin a hater til the day a nigga die