Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Knows

sick and tired of being and tired
muthaf-ck them other be the state of mind
got haters on the job like it's a 9 to 5
getting money, mind ya business and stay out of
50 for this rolly homie
i die tonight just bring my to the ceremony
lord i be shittin' on 'em
hottest nigga since that out in arizona
sleeping on me hope you choke and fall into a
smell the frangrance know the money be the new
i'm just spazzing out, denims large amounts
got them bitches throwin' pussy the asses out
true story, new
money stacking taller than a two
real countin money, never gets boring
last year i made a million of the state
boys, know what you talking bout
i run my own team, aint no for mascots
around, peep at the winners circle
we the niggas touching paper like a social
plus them pistols keep them shells like a ninja
rubber, cus these spanish bitches so fertile
lord i be going hard

rip my nigga daniel, that garage
nights, before that rap shit
i was thinking moving keys like a
no sir, the
them crackers dirty, i just hope you ya name clear
for a nigga, trippin' i just stand still
i aint i just stand still
knows that i'm stressed out
walking through roadblocks with my chest out
damn, 23 and made a million
fucking put a quarter million dollars a collar
couple more to cop a phantom i aint opera
sya my flow sick i should see a fucking doctor
real in ya presence
chopper raise a nigga like you present
broward i am that
nigga in my city riding maybach's
motivation, motivation, my fans are dead
only location?
and word to my daughter
i'm tryna make it your headquarters
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