Luyện nghe bài hát SDL

I hard for everything, so why not salute?
They say a pays baby, all I got is proof
And a Sweedish badder than my main bitch
Cigarillo rolled, you smell it when it lit
She dont well, but she give me sweet brain
a rapper turn singer like T-Pain
Got her up late; wakin up, baked
And to think the life that I chose?
Arguing with attendants shorted my flight clothes
And every girl I f**k, feel like her boyfriend know
on the sweetest of smells, my weed come in barrels
f**k wit bitches who fiend for Gucci in for Chanel
n**ga, Im off life so my eyes low
Cant wait to see whats in the future but I slow
And for the picture
Hated, now say I cant miss like mister
All of this
Oh you, got me
And all of this dreamin, Im to
life like, the weekend
Dont know Im goin
Im gone, On to
you succeeding
Yeah Ive livin, Smokin
Smokin Dreamin
I go to sleep with a picture of a Porche on my
n**ga Im come up on yall
Pop the n front of my car, in front of your broad
She reconsidering her to f**k wit ya
I it because of the
Possibility of kickin it courtside, ringside, row of anything
Livin my life simultaneously in dream
s**t so good I swear
Airplanes stack wit the gang, Taylor
spread over cities, leave shadows everywhere
I care about industry mingling
n**gas was WWF wrestlers, court and cross dressers
I got cross-trainers, Nike, SB
n**gas cant fill my Ima nicer MC
I had a that I caked up
Tried to roll a joint, and count a million I wake up
YESSSS!!! n**ga!
All of this
Oh you, got me
And all of this dreamin, Im to
Live like, the weekend
Dont where Im goin
some , want to , see me, succeeding,
but ive livin, Smokin
Smokin Dreamin
All of this
Oh you, got me
And all of dreamin, Im supposed to
life like, the weekend
Dont know Im goin
Dont Want To ,
See Me
But ive been livin,
Smokin Dreamin