Luyện nghe bài hát Multiply

[Intro: Rocky]
F*ck niggas multiply
'Fore the real niggas die, niggas gon' multiply
'Fore the real niggas live, f*ck niggas multiply
F*ck niggas won't
F*ck niggas won't
Igh, igh-igh-igh, igh-igh, igh-igh, igh

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

[Verse 1: A$AP
Back in the buildin', sold in the livin' room
Niggas toe-tagged, soaked for a livin'
Doo rag and Beretta, blue flagging it
When your be be the one to shoot at ya in a minute
to Harlem if you never seen Baghdad
First place I seen a nigga sell at
Where the hustlers sleep, take cat naps
Shorty with the shotty limpin' like he got a bad
in my will, keep it real, thuggin' in my field
'Til the day I peel, it trill, anything I feel
Youngins to kill, aimin', bangin' steel and slangin' krill
She shake it all for Satan to paint her nails and pay her bills
I ain't really with that Been Trill
them niggas booty like Tip Drill
Nah I ain't really into throwin'
But mothaf*ckas better give me my props, word to Pac
We're the reason that these gettin' throwed
why you niggas wearin' gold
Jail pose in the pictures, prayin' fingers to nose
I remember, if Pimp was alive he'd tell these and these niggas

[Hook: A$AP
Even in my will, it trill, to the day I peel
Even in my will, it trill, to the day I peel
Even in my will, it trill, to the day I peel
Even in my will, it trill, to the day I...
When the real niggas die, fake niggas multiply
When the real niggas die, fake niggas gon'
When all the real niggas die, niggas gon' multiply
But if the real niggas live, f*ck niggas won't

2: A$AP Rocky]
I'm the original badass, nigga
I'm the original madman, in the words of A$AP Yams
the shit out a nigga in these skinny pants, feel me?
Don't get it f*cked up, nigga, we been jiggy, been
Still tell a bitch suck my dick, swag nigga

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

[Verse 3: Rocky]
3, 6, suck a nigga no foreplay
All day, boomin' out the trap the hallway
Slow up, Pretty Jodye
Tell these niggas how you been
You can freshen our minds, niggas talk down now and then
On the style, styled 9 times out of 10
(Y'all got Flacko 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' swag is
Plus I got enough style just to mack bitch
I back to when Pac is packin' lint
It's a nigga got rich on accident
Now to Pimp
lie, killers never lie
Triggers on the by side, bet I'm down to ride
Prosper said let's ride to the sky, call it
We don't die, we just multiply, bitch

[Outro: 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 it distorted like a mothaf*cka out here man, you know what I'm sayin'