Luyện nghe bài hát Multiply

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

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

[Verse 1: Rocky]
Back in the buildin', sold crack in the livin'
toe-tagged, soaked gats for a livin'
Doo rag and Beretta, blue flagging it
your be with be the one to shoot at ya in a minute
Come to Harlem if you never seen
First place I seen a nigga crack at
Where the hustlers don't sleep, cat naps
with the shotty limpin' like he got a bad back
Even in my will, keep it real, in my field
the day I peel, keep it trill, anything I feel
Youngins trained to kill, aimin', 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
Swear niggas booty like Tip Drill
Nah I really into throwin' shots
But these mothaf*ckas better give me my props, to Pac
the reason that these niggas gettin' throwed
Reason why you niggas wearin'
Jail in the pictures, prayin' fingers to your nose
I remember, if Pimp was alive he'd these hoes and these niggas

[Hook: Rocky]
Even in my will, keep it trill, to the day I
Even in my will, keep it trill, to the day I
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 niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply
When all the real niggas die, fake niggas multiply
But if the niggas live, f*ck niggas won't multiply

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

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

[Verse 3: A$AP
3, 6, a nigga dick no foreplay
All day, out the trap through the hallway
Slow up, Pretty Flacko
Tell these niggas how you been
You can freshen our minds, niggas talk every now and then
On the style, styled 9 times out of 10
(Y'all got f*cked up)
I'm the motherf*ckin' Lord of fashion shit
I deserve just to brag a bit?
Set the blueprint, your two cents
Number 1 stunner, ask if I'm accurate
My motherf*ckin' is immaculate
Plus I got enough style just to your bitch
I think back to when Pac is packin'
It's like a nigga got on accident
Now back to
Bitches lie, never lie
Triggers on the by side, bet I'm down to ride
Prosper said let's ride to the sky, it catastrophic
We don't ever die, we multiply, bitch

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