Luyện nghe bài hát Work for It [Explicit]

DJ Khaled!

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

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

Make me up everything I worked for
You gon' me give up everything I worked for
Sunday, you go to church though
I still bless you, but you know come first though
Make me give up I worked for
You gon' make me give up everything I for
Sunday, that's they pray to church for
You gon' make me give up I worked for

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

let you play me off the streets you know I got kids
And more keys than a locksmith
I could teach you niggas how to rock
My bed was a on the carpet
My was a bus named MARTA
Pillow of Estee Lauder
Nigga, I'm allergic to a
Nothing but cars in my garage, ah

Make me give up everything I for
You gon' make me up everything I worked for
Sunday, you ain't go to though
I still bless you, but you know come first though
Make me give up everything I for
You make 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, Jamaican
I stick to the basics, not a bitch
You deserve a young legendary
Heartthrob speeding up respiratory
Treat these others secondary
I even cheat with my secretary
Faithful to you even I'm on road
if I'm on a different coast
I'mma make you feel close, mama
I'm addicted to ass and titties
When you dance the turn to Magic City
Got my ass hundreds, fifties
thin air, yeah thats magic tricking
I you to the Caribbean
your mind as clear as the water you swimming in
In and out that like we amphibians
I won't change you up next season for another chick like they did Aunt
put you on the businesses, I'mma divy up the dividends
I'mma show you what the fuck is, baby
Make me give up I worked for
You gon' make me
Girl you make me wanna the one I'm with
Start a new relationship with you, this like déjà vu

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