Luyện nghe bài hát Multiply

[Intro: A$AP
niggas gon' multiply
'Fore the real niggas die, fake niggas gon'
'Fore the real niggas live, f*ck niggas multiply
niggas won't multiply
F*ck niggas multiply
Igh, igh-igh-igh, igh-igh, igh-igh, igh

1: Juicy J]
Yeah, it's your boy J
Man you gotta watch out for these backstabbin' broke ass, jealous ass niggas man
Man these niggas ain't no real niggas man, know what I'm
Man these niggas be smilin' in your

[Verse 1: A$AP
in the buildin', sold crack in the livin' room
Niggas toe-tagged, soaked for a livin'
Doo rag and Beretta, blue it nigga
your be with be the one to shoot at ya in a minute
Come to Harlem if you seen Baghdad
First place I seen a nigga crack at
Where the don't sleep, take cat naps
Shorty with the shotty limpin' like he got a bad
Even in my will, keep it real, thuggin' in my
'Til the day I peel, keep it trill, I feel
Youngins trained to kill, aimin', steel and slangin' krill
She shake it all for Satan just to paint her nails and pay her
I ain't really f*ckin' with that Trill
Swear them niggas booty like Tip
Nah I ain't really into throwin'
But these better give me my props, word to Pac
We're the reason that these niggas gettin'
why you niggas wearin' gold
Jail pose in the pictures, fingers to your nose
I remember, if was alive he'd tell these hoes and these niggas

A$AP Rocky]
Even in my will, it trill, to the day I peel
Even in my will, keep it trill, to the day I
in my will, keep it trill, to the day I peel
Even in my will, it trill, to the day I...
When the real niggas die, fake gon' multiply
When the real niggas die, fake gon' multiply
all the real niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply
But if the real niggas live, niggas won't multiply

[Interlude 2: A$AP
I'm the original badass, nigga
I'm the original Margiela madman, in the of A$AP Yams
Smack the out a nigga in these skinny pants, feel me?
get it f*cked up, nigga, we been jiggy, been pretty
Still tell a suck my dick, swag swag nigga

[Verse 2: A$AP
F*ck with a like me, RIP my nigga Pimp C
HBA is weak, you can keep that
Shit, I might around and bring the Jeep back
No doors on it, with the seat back
B-Boy with the G pack, might f*ck around and bring the back
Word to Big Boi and 3 Stacks,
If you deaf bring the back, nigga
F*ck a nigga like me, RIP my nigga Pimp C
HBA shit is weak, you can keep
I'm a trend setter, you ain't peep that
Where the hoes, where the weed, the G's at?
the FCC, tell 'em bleep that
(We ain't no killas nigga, we fashionable killas
got Flacko)

[Verse 3: Rocky]
3, 6, suck a nigga no foreplay
All day, out the trap through the hallway
Slow up, Pretty Jodye
Tell these f*ck niggas how you
You can freshen our minds, niggas down every now and then
On the style, gettin' 9 times out of 10
(Y'all got f*cked up)
I'm the motherf*ckin' Lord of fashion shit
Don't I just to brag a bit?
Set the blueprint, f*ck your two
Number 1 stunner, ask Tumblr if I'm
My motherf*ckin' is immaculate
Plus I got enough just to mack your bitch
I back to when Pac is packin' lint
It's like a nigga got on accident
Now back to
Bitches lie, killers lie
on the side by side, bet I'm down to ride
Prosper said let's ride to the sky, it catastrophic
We don't die, we just multiply, bitch

Juicy J]
Fake ass niggas, you know what I'm sayin', these niggas be out here talkin' 'bout they a street nigga and shit, man niggas be gettin' it distorted a mothaf*cka out here man, you know what I'm sayin'