Luyện nghe bài hát Go Live

[Caper
Aye wop go grab tech man
Tray Savage that FN up
Lil Boss load shit up man
know we smoke out the 448
Pouring out the
Aye ball bring that money out boy
You what the fuck time it is man

[Chief
Splashing on these yea that's that sea salt
All the in this foreign I'm like yeehaw
You know we got that defense let's play
I think I'm going Ray Charles I can't see
Throw theses on how bitch these the new
This our shit ain't no new trappers
Going in this foreign like I can't move backwards
You on the fuck shit and take that it a tap ya
I'm with a white bitch she a head
My mentality is get bread
I'm in a car like it's a snow sled
Stick sticking out it's a forehead

Chief Keef]
No it can go live
I don't fuck with niggas play both sides
I keep smelt the dope we drove past
to get some backwoods and some more gas
Bitch I'm fresher than a fucking
If you owe me I see you
in Valentino get a tee or two
Yellow black whip that pickachu

[Ball
Ran off on the in 09'
fucked a model wife with a bow tie
I'm blood now might as well call 'em slime
All I see is I think I'm going blind
Hater on my face I call them the specs
Hit neimans we ran through a check
some Fn"ins we just ran through the techs
I fucked her from the back on a fucking jet

[Hook:Chief

[Caper
bring that money counter out boy
Y'all know what it is
All we wanna see is red and blue
Or I say red and green nigga
and money nigga

[Fredo
Rob a fuck nigga take his whole
Ran off with your you a whole bitch
Bitches in the trap I make them hoes
Them don't wanna fuck I make them hoes dip
I been getting money like 06'
Phone booming I just a whole brick
Got 100 I shoot at your whole clique
Got 100 shot I shoot up your whip
Phone ringing all this money coming in
Remember being on the block 3 for 10
Try to rob I put one up in yo wig
I don't carry 38. all I is cigs
Let this get serious I smoke your kids
These niggas ain't did I did
running from the cops had to hop the fence
And you can't hang around if you ain't popping

Chief Keef]

Boy I'm on savage shit
Stop rapping shit
I'll hit block up then chops automatic spit
we gon blast off
Fuck it on
said the wit it,boy stop it they look mad soft
In the get bags off
We got mad
you ain't off molly nigga,thats some bath salt
Try to rob huh off
Get you mad
Bitch I get that guap like a cash

[Hook: Chief