Luyện nghe bài hát Work For It

DJ Khaled!

Make me up everything I worked for
You gon' make me up everything I worked for
Sunday, you ain't go to church
I still you, but you know what come first though
Make me up everything I worked for
You gon' make me up everything I worked for
Sunday, what they pray to church for
You make me give up everything I worked for

You gon' get this Rollie off the wrist,
You gon' my phone full of all your pics, yeah
You have me flying in and out of town
You said you've losing weight and dropping pounds
Damn, I think I'm 'bout to the one I'm with
Start a new relationship with you, this is you do
I had you twelve but you came right after at two
I could have anything I'd but I still want you
That's the
I'm not really the sentimentals
Just me and you behind the windows
you throwing all these innuendos
We just finna fuck up all the at the SLS
That's LA confidential, show me everything that you've been
We only do we meant to like, woah
This that titties on the glass, the curtains shit
This that fuck you in the air, no service
that call his ass right now, say you're deserting him
This that call him while we so he heard the shit

Make me give up I worked for
You gon' make me up everything I worked for
Sunday, you ain't go to though
I still you, but you know what come first though
Make me give up everything I for
You gon' make me give up everything I for
Sunday, that's what pray to church for
You gon' make me give up everything I for

Money stalking me, its the money talk to me
So if you talking 'bout money then don't talk to me (shh)
I work dope boys, I keep a fork on me, (skrt)
I'm in my drop top but won't let you get the on me (catch up)
I keep the yop on me and seems to follow me
I take my pistol to the mall, my shop with me
That bitch is jockin' me, and niggas admire me
Yeah, but I'm a of the streets so they won't hire me

Can't let you me off the streets you know I got kids
And more keys than a locksmith
I teach you niggas how to rock this
My bed was a pallet on the
My ride was a bus MARTA
Pillow full of Lauder
Nigga, I'm to a charger
Nothing but cars in my garage, ah

Make me up everything I worked for
You gon' make me give up everything I for
Sunday, you ain't go to though
I still bless you, but you know what come first
Make me up everything I worked for
You gon' me give up everything I worked for
Sunday, that's what pray to church for
You gon' make me give up everything I for

I'm takin' risks, she takin' pills, takin'
Day job night job, shit
I to the basics, not a basic bitch
You deserve a young legendary
Heartthrob speeding up your
Treat these others hoes
I couldn't cheat with my secretary
Faithful to you even I'm on road
Even if I'm on a different
I'mma still make you close, mama
I'm addicted to ass and titties
When you dance the bedroom to Magic City
Got my ass throwing hundreds,
Outta thin air, thats magic tricking
I you to the Caribbean
Make your mind as clear as the water you in
In and out that bitch like we
I won't change you up next for another chick like they did Aunt Vivian
I'mma put you on the businesses, I'mma up the dividends
I'mma show you what the fuck commitment is,
Make me give up everything I for
You make me give
Girl you make me leave the one I'm with
Start a new relationship with you, feel like déjà vu

Make me up everything I worked for
You gon' make me up everything I worked for
Sunday, you ain't got to though
I bless you but you what come first though
Make me give up everything I for
You gon' make me give up I worked for
Sunday, that's what pray to church for
You make me give up everything I worked for