Luyện nghe bài hát Staying Power

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Lately feelin' like niggas doubt me
Trust me, don't got no staying power
Left Atlantic, 'bout a later
Every record try and scout me
all official niggas
Intelligent, fly, and get bitches
I her to fly, she catch a Delta
Or she RHO, or she get to
AKA, I be speaking
'07 my jacket
AKAs at State
My year, I tried to get one pregnant
bird, that was Petersburg
Now, my little fly to Teterboro
Halliburton of Blues Brothers
no Akroyd or Belushi neither
Paranoid, so I'm heavy
Hearing voices, I sleep heavy
Had a choice, I can turn a
I be runnin' for a team or something
Kick return, money
Now, I'm sneaking burners in the
I'm not about who beefing with us
I can give 'em words, I could 'em up
Rap dudes, I'm Zab
Hook, cross, jab, jab em'
X, I'm in a Maxima
She was in mag, she got a attitude, uh
But, I'm cool
I'm not a little nigga big boy
I'm like the of the new school
about three stacks on a Bitcoin, ayy
I got for her
You a simp, why you gotta buy a gift for
Might buy me a 'rari, you Foamposites
And walk around like we ain't
Shit, just Instagram
Shit, y'a Twitter shit, yeah
I ain't to tit for tat, but nigga check the map
Guess who put there? Me, Folarin
I got her, and I can my opponents
And I'm not too popular, media my passion like a hazard or something
get the handoff and fumble it
Me, I get it and Alvin it
Simple city niggas with me, so you outta town niggas humble it
Gassing on beats, and I sweet
The homies is homonyms out in these
You is wondering what do that mean?
I ain't too deep, but I too deep

I am the legend trying to be
Went to Portland before I signed with my
Niggas couldn't fly on feet
Never that shit applying to me
Forever that shit, it run in my blood like I'm sipping mud
And and sleep
We laughing at who thoughts, quiet for me
I quietly quietly built my empire, to set afire to the rivaling
I'm a lion, you infusely
Devour anybody me
Blood on my
All of my queens got on they sneakers
All of my women be and honest
I 'em all shopping then burn the receipt
Who with me?

Nah really? Who fucking me?
Folarin, the flow
The godfather
Rest in to Chuck Brown
He said,