Luyện nghe bài hát Til We Die

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

Yea, I got em yellin Oh God,
Presence fresh, neck rise, sharp Tom Ford
Fuck G4s, I private Concords
And she through the sky like missiles when they dodge
them bottles with the booze
Smell and stink like old money in the kings tomb
you think we smell funny, certain niggas wanna watch em
When it to money Im a nose fragrance, watch the flower blossom
When it comes to bread, yall niggas its me
I articulate like a poetry
Hoes me that paper just like they owing threes
em a revenue, God bless my rosaries
Listen , thats why your witness and your
celebratin success and sippin on the finestExplain
Most you motherfuckers to learn to stand behind us
When we come and dismantle you niggas and leave you spineless
But for you to dodge us

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

She see me stackin in my saggy sheets
Silver and Sela, lavender leaf
Yellow Jesus piece, I still the streets
Im score, that Ferrari seats
at the top, get arrogant on em
Set a bottle off, you can if you wanna
My money mandatory, what deposits look
Money green, with a body kit
Dead presidents, got my on the blim
in the residence based on a tip
Playin innocent, the state attorney want a
Ive got enough, get with puff, I could a flip
Fuck the down for me to top the Forbes list
Im a fat boy, I but em on that poor
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 that you plan on coming on
On for you..
And if you were gonna stop
Thats just
My fingers in the sky
Screamin a hater til the day a nigga die
Hand on my heart while giving and continued bustin these bottles open
Passin the time, securin lanes, gurkin forgot
every room when I enter there start toastin
Undecided on to drive, think the garage is open
As we do the
It seems successfully manifestin a thought and livin out the
Leave an mark of mud
I be in it like a chapter to the Bible with my blood, listen
Every day is like a
Like we give a fuck, celebratin for no reason
A convoy full of trucks, no question, we all eatin
Then its silence when I like Im hearin the Lord speakin now
As they complain about my
Cuz Ill be grindin, never sleepin be ballin on for days
Be fuckin every model, every in out the strays
And then Im bouncin that Bugatti slowly totin on the
Then we pass this shit to

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 think were gonna
Thats just
My little in the sky
Screamin fuck a hater til the day a die