Luyện nghe bài hát Penthouse

Lately I got feeling
My is meant to get it
written up in the stars
Made it slimmer odds when only God was with us
Fuck it nigga we did it, been picking the game
My for critics is spitting it from the heart
Ain't no frontin'
They feel it, I'm to make niggas fold
Something in the water got me like the work across the boat
Girl I how we making it home?
I'm no angel, I got an
Back to the crib, I'm tryna get you naked and bone
She's no angel, but with the blow she's a angel
The dangers of her home
She said, "You my eye and my ears
You sincere, write precise
Cross t's and dot your i's
See my and read my mind
If lawyers steal and lie
What's really for you and I?
(What's really for you and I?)"
Trust, shit I don't know too much it
We can this leap of faith

But I don't feel the bottom, no
I wanna feel the bottom, no
Girl I don't wanna the bottom, no
I don't wanna the bottom, no
Girl I don't wanna feel the

And I just up my mama, she missing her son
been pulling all-nighters and missing the sun
I heard it addicted to some
The the light, the quicker they come
They exit life, just as quick as they come
I'm to it like a brick to the gums
I get to it, just as as it comes
As quick as it now
I wish niggas wasn't so to power
I wish heaven had hours
I we could hit the Ave like we used to
Dime, nickel, 20 bag we used to
Ride with my dawgs, moving cross the
Die by my word, an author's fate
So how your shoulders up fine, great?
I got the of the world on mine, I'm straight
Now pay your dues til dues paid
your role til your role change, nigga rotate
'Rari or Jaguar, switching forth
Call me for NASCAR, a track star
Gassin' the track like I'm propane
Lapping these niggas and a bitch
it out the city, look around
I brought all my niggas me
And I gotta thank God for the felonies we
Gotta mom dukes, gotta thanks pops too
They say anything
My squad like apostles, in me
Don't know how to quit, a fiend to me
Yeah, my niggas proof
Pray for the rain, deal with mud too
Gotta deal with who
Lay six feet, try to get you
My niggas proof
Pray for the rain, gotta deal mud too
Gotta deal with who
Lay six feet, try to get you
love you
And hug you, sing your praises
They wear faces backwards
I see 'em acting
Just the walking
Ain't nothin' real 'em
Niggas about us
Spill they're up out us
spill they're hearts
But what's her again?
We talking 'bout again
Won't I'm entertained
I'm sane
I'm going the changes
I'm the same
Everybody feel you, feel your pain
Go on, go on, out, hold on to you
Go on, go on, out, hold on

Cause I don't wanna the bottom, no
I don't wanna the bottom
I don't wanna feel the bottom, no
I don't feel the bottom