Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Ever Play Yourself

DJ Khaled!

Put them down count the money, let 'em see the work,
the definition of a major key alert
Another gotta die, won't be the first, nah
be the last, all we see is cash, yeah
Your real don't match what you rappin' 'bout (liar)
So keep the movies in, stop out
And I talking 'bout no watch or no cars neither
Everything will get at Allah's leisure
Was a crack monster, I had the hard
Switch the bald head to the dark Caesar
Used to be the capsules, now they love the
I ain't tryna get caught up in this shit (never)
Rather be bumper to bumper in traffic
Cash on deck whenever the ask it
You don't sweat the small things, become drastic
thing is cremation or a casket
Fuck fallin' back, I need all of
I need my name in the cocaine almanac,
Real dope boy put me in the hall of
Went to job interviews, they ain't call us
Either way I never evil
Why do you the streets love me? I ain't never leave 'em
Heart stops, but the words are forever
You hatin' cause we the best, find a reason

First thing don't ever play yourself, ever
Oh another thing, I ain't play myself, never
Even when all changed up, I stayed myself, it's me
Did what worked for me, then up and paid myself
See I'm up a K off, gain a Rollie, a day off
Still got that work, I don't about no layoffs
Team still ballin' so I we in the playoffs (swish)
Team full of baddies, all my bitches in a
See we be in the party wasted, no of fake shit
Nothin' but love me, Cartier bracelets
I feel like Frank walkin' into Arty Clay shit
You got fat while everybody starved
My city sleep, I ain't ever noddin' off
When you're in the Benz, it piss off
So I ain't stall, I do me, I y'all
This New York nigga let 'em hang, giant
Odell Beckham, him, you can't check him
hoes hit me when I don't expect 'em (hey bighead)
Then I hit 'em with the curve from the league
Gotta wait turn, that's a major key

Mami I'm the greatest
Back to back with the cum
In the lane, I got her so strung, I don't even her
night I meet a new wife
Now ask your wife what dick like
Balmain Joe, every time you see, a nigga
Mr. Officer, I was grabbin' ID
Mami only listen to
cowboy, I be speakin' through the yayo
Bout to let the cans go,
Fuck bitch and let your mans know, so
Yeah, now it's the Don in the Don, laughs in the Uber
Only Uber cause I'm franchised in Cuba
This is big money talk and you tied to the
Brons, Calabrini, niggas tryna high five
Gotta stay away from day driftin', all
Every day Wang, nigga, cloth talk

Now I'm takin' over everything that's my callin'
Wakin' up in like beautiful Sunday mornin'
Now we swimmin' in the money a line of dolphins
Prepare for killin', now please up all of the coffins
Think we playin'? Niggas think funny?
Pop you in shit, brotha, now make room for the money
MOVE!
If you don't move, I'll beat a nigga past
Make a fool of yourself, I'll beat you past
I get this and shine like an angel
One of the last bars, you niggas better be grateful
Thank you so
I bop and drop on you niggas
I count bread and take it to the top on you (mountaintop)
Blah blah blah, you sound alike, my niggas
Blah, blah, but I do it, I finesse, I got it locked, my niggas
I you new brand shit, fuck you gon' do?
And know we love the boom bap, oh we do this too
Yeah, with the realer side, oh you against us, nigga?
You run and hide, until I'm finished, nigga
play yourself
Play yourself and lay yourself in a casket
yourself, end in a basket
Hate yourself cause you ask if you could possess you a heater
Or you could be you a leader for the
You talk a lot, seen the truth like Sevyn Streeter
you ever play yourself

I saw a lot of niggas fade out right I put my tape out
I offered to help you shape up, I see that you'd flake out
Sellin' stories on them tracks that nobody can seem to out
That's why I keep a head and shoulders to keep all the flakes out
Seen a lot of chart on and off durin' the climb up
I bet if I had the clippers, they prolly all had a up
You worried 'bout followers, so hurt when I follow up
the ones with the most pride end up bein' the swallowers
Fuck a beat for a when I could do all three
No pop artist but pop is what you rappers do me
A lot of out niggas tryna find hope in
I'm just tryna raise a son like my blinds'
I know the hood well, but I ain't stuck in the streets
I'm pop chartin' but hood niggas got my on repeat
I'm still loaded with illest ammo up the seat
I'm playin' hopscotch all the charts up under my feet
While you do it for the 'Gram, I do it for my
Fuck a gold trophy, I'm talkin' my mammy
You gotta finish bigger than you
fall victim to bent stories, you ain't even part of it all
Start the bottom or oh, please, don't start at all
I build a ship just to survive my own flood, I feel Noah
Cause all he had was little rocks, an ark, all
Road to riches, I'm in gear while you park your car
Your baby wanna get nailed in the sprinter
Text back and told her, "Please be so you can sex us"
My arm strong, if then tell her Texas
And if it's not then don't even send a message
FYI be free 'round 2 or 3
And two things you be, New Orleans
I'm an organ donor, I'm with no heart in me
So never say my name in vain, bitch there's no arteries