Luyện nghe bài hát 9 a.m. In Dallas

Yeah, uh,
are my one St. Thomas flows
Me and my niggas and Madonna hoes
That look like virgins
But trust down to go
Discussin' life and all our goals
kids that smoke weed, honor roll
Look how the diamonds flow
Fine dining, pour another another glass when the is low

I'm in the crib stackin' money here to the ceilin'
it is I got is clearly appealin'
These other rappers that inferior feelin'
I hope you feel it in your spiritual healin'
Take a look at the mirror's revealin'
If you ain't got it you ain't got it the is brilliant

People ask how is goin' I heard it pays
I just came off makin' 2 in 30 days
Damn I it does what the message was
Sometimes I feel I be spendin' my just because
But Weezy I'm out here reppin' us
'Til I get to shake the of the man that's blessin' us

Yeah, I know these niggas the mean lyrics
got the room smellin' like teen spirit
I asked kindly if no-one out here bring defeat up
Until I lose, for now I'm the game's leader
I fly so no-one tells me to bring my seat up
And a suite when me and your favorite singer meet up

Who you like, me who it is
make sure that that women is the next one on my list
I should call it a night but it I can't resist
This one is for all my niggas from my city tryin' to
Without a response from me you fail to exist
And I love to see you fail that there is the shit
I swear, aghh pussy get your bread up
Enjoy the seat that the just forced your ass to let up
Why your scary ass lookin' down your head up
No-one told you disguise is the most ridiculous gettup
With nose in now I can smell a set up
So your just wastin' your time your only makin' me better

Yeah I try to them don't judge me because you heard stuff
Chase N. Cash my brother from the Surf Club
Damn that nigga always it so hood
when we would smoke good at the Oakwoods
And girls fall through like coins in a couch
Now we fuckin' all the bitches they warned us about
Scared for the first everything has clicked
What if I dont really do the they predict
Considerin' the fact that I'm the one that just picked
To write a in history this shit has got me sick
But if I really do it expect to get a split
'Cause this truly is some shit I don't y'all to get

I'm nervous but I'mma kill it, 'cause 'bout to let the realest team in
Throwin' up in a huddle nigga Beamen
We're still throwin' touchdown
In tortoise frame glasses, hopin' that someone it
People say that old Drake, we to miss it
But need to be a little more specific
Man is this what y'all want? In my best Chris Tucker
Ducking questions, fuck your suggestions
Money gets all of my and affection
Cars all black like the cover of
I'm to coming in second but I never sneeze
Y.M.O.E. nigga,

This want y'all
Octobers Own
Young
ATF
Me Later in this bitch wasssup
Free Weezy in bitch wassup
June 15th in bitch wassup