Luyện nghe bài hát Forever

Ooh la la,

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

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

I keep a big old nigga heater
in the trunk of my four-door and my two seater
I'm them say skeeter skeeter
Keep up and grab the ball back just I'm Derek Jeter
I know you to fuck my hoe but you too scared to meet her
See you ain't got bread to even start to treat her
The way a pimp did, and in the bed I'm even
I hustle, I got more Franklins in me than

If I had Oprah Winfrey, I would her and keep her
I spit as much knowlege as and teachers
Just as long as the message us we all fill up the bleachers
I'm the M J G, I get in yo'
I ain't trying to run yo' clique, be your friend so quick
Come on, where my money, let me hit the
Fuck them interviews, just give us the front page
Black G apostrophe S us, forever
Them lyrics make the people say that he got nuts

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

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

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

Money blinds players, turns them evil spirits
die trying to live 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 haters me to be
Take the good the bad hit my knees set me
the bad good, put that on my leather and wood
Cinderella with my deep off in the hood

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

And soon you gonna see just how crunk this 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 tucked under the

You need to sticking your hand out and trying to fold it
Turn around the broom and trying to hold it
It's dirt to be swept, and leaves to be raked
Now you need to leave my face, take heed to mistake
That you just made, a player could get played
Thinking that a rapper get wrapped and phone tapped
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? Watch my gun skeet like it's nuts
'Cept it hit your cheek it burn then it split your cheek
Then come out the back of your head, now your just a
Graphic how I got it illustrated, triple X
Niggaz want to be the king, I don't give a fuck who's
Just watch mouth, talkin' down in the south
I'm gonna let my nuts hang and start clowns out

See a like me gonna get money till I get rich
Ride with a 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 once we get
'Til then it's back to hustlin' my misfits
Deep, on a creep, songs tucked under the prone
Fifty songs tucked the prone