Luyện nghe bài hát SDL

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