Luyện nghe bài hát Forever

Ooh la la,

See a nigga like me gonna get money I get rich
Ride with a couple G's in a biscuit
Stay down for whatever hustle with my mystic hoes

And soon you gonna see just how crunk shit be once we get rich
then it's back to hustlin' with my misfits
Deep, on a creep, fifty songs tucked the prone
Fifty songs under the prone

I a big old nigga beater heater
It's in the trunk of my and my two seater
I'm make them say skeeter
Keep up and grab the ball just like I'm Derek Jeter
I know you to fuck my hoe but you too scared to meet her
See you ain't got enough to even start to treat her
The way a did, and in the bed I'm even sweeter
I hustle, I got more Franklins in me than

If I had Oprah Winfrey, I would marry her and her
I as much knowlege as preachers and teachers
Just as as the message reach us we all fill up the bleachers
I'm the M J G, I get in yo'
I trying to run yo' clique, that be your friend so quick
Come on, my money, let me hit the stage
Fuck them interviews, just give us the front page
Black G apostrophe S us, bust
Them lyrics that make the people say that he got

See a nigga me gonna get money till I get rich
Ride a couple hundred G's in a biscuit
down for whatever forever hustle with my mystic hoes

And soon you gonna see just how crunk this shit be we get rich
'Til then it's to hustlin' with my misfits
Deep, on a creep, fifty tucked under the prone
Fifty songs tucked the prone

man
Sticky kickin' in, big Ball steppin' in
Straight when I hustle, thats how I represent
Bounce, if you feelin' what I'm spitting up in your ear
I been rocking since I was 17 years old
Smoking up, drinking up, kicking dust, and up
want a piece and we ain't got enough for us
Yeah, I touched a or two, pounds I done smoked a few
Got my bread and didn't do what the I was supposed to do

Money players, turns them into evil spirits
Niggaz die trying to out these old rap lyrics
I try to give it to them just how it to me
and unedited, not like it be on TV
Be myself and don't be what those want me to be
Take the good the bad hit my knees set me
Make the bad good, put that on my leather and
Cinderella with my fellas off in the hood

See a nigga like me gonna get till I get rich
Ride with a couple G's in a biscuit
Stay down for forever hustle with my mystic hoes

And soon you see just how crunk this shit be once we get rich
'Til then back to hustlin with my misfits
Deep, on a creep, fifty songs under the prone
Fifty songs tucked under the

You need to stop your hand out and trying to fold it
Turn around the broom handle and trying to it
It's plenty dirt to be swept, and leaves to be
Now you need to leave my face, take heed to mistake
you just made, thinking a player could get played
Thinking that a rapper could get wrapped and phone
My life I learned the hard way to spot liars
And it seems it's usually the ones thats right by ya

Jumping up out the tip with sittin' up
Fuck me? my gun skeet like it's bussing nuts
'Cept when it hit your cheek it burn then it split cheek
Then out the back of your head, now your just a memory
how I got it illustrated, rated triple X
Niggaz want to be the king, I don't give a fuck best
Just your mouth, talkin' down in the south
I'm gonna let my hang and start punching clowns out

See a nigga like me gonna get money I get rich
Ride with a couple hundred G's in a
Stay down for whatever forever hustle my mystic hoes

And soon you see just how crunk this shit be once we get rich
then it's back to hustlin' with my misfits
Deep, on a creep, fifty songs tucked under the
songs tucked under the prone