Luyện nghe bài hát My Collection

I've in the stu late, workin', no residuals
If we never again, I'm just glad I got to tell you truth
playin' count em'
You wanna to paradise?
of fact, you wanna come to Pluto?

She me she was an angel
She two rappers and three singers
She got a few athletes on speed
I'm tryna get the case dismissed I see trial
And these handles ain't got nothin' to do with my lil' child
No codeine ain't got nothin' to do with my lil' child
I to sell dope at my grandma's house, as a rude child
All these cameras on, fuckin' with my mood,
And chains clinkin' back and forth, they too loud
They damn well this wasn't promised
I know damn well this must be
Left pair of Margielas at the condo
I never packed up and leave
Left 80 in the dresser, you can keep
And I got bad ting at disposal
I cooked it up and then I global
My baby mama push a Rover
Had to make sure I got it loaded
Can't be the one and you get exposed
If you the one, then God let me know
But at the same time, I like to with one
I'm paranoid, I gotta ride one
And I had to 'splain to her night
Had to send this one freak on the last
Had to send one freak on the last flight

get a response from me, ain't no confessions
Before I tell a lie, won't you nothin'
Any time I got you, girl you my
if I hit you once, you part of my collection
Even if I hit you once, you part of my
if I hit you once, you part of my collection

Standin' on black socks, meet me at the dock
out the clock, watch, bitches on my cock
Yeah, maybe the drop, yeah
We get in our feelings,
I don't know how you would feel about if I ain't have millions,
I'm with you, I hope you hear me, yeah
Keep my promise, take my love you everywhere
And hell no it ain't about no braggin'
But even if it was, I got it
Pinstripes on a Bugatti
She told me she was an
She fucked two rappers and singers
I'ma keep it and tell the truth to you
I got joint, she know what to do with me
And right now I don't know what to do you
I don't wanna sound like I'm bein' rude you
She a red eye, leavin' L.A
I gave her to the valet
And I had to her 'bout Miami
After she came with no

Won't get a from me, ain't no confessions
I tell a lie, won't tell you nothin'
Any time I got you, you my possession
Even if I hit you once, you of my collection
Even if I hit you once, you part of my
if I hit you once, you part of my collection