Luyện nghe bài hát The Morning

Givin'em rest and makin' again
In my best I be the run
And I have the man dem
[Hook:
I'm getting this in the morning
He gon' think he been chiefin just too when
He see me in the
Want to all these feelin
Well let me be the to get mine
1: Raekwon]
Ay yo, ay yo, barbeque and blow in the back of the
Sittinand countin, a spliff, this shits a gift
All my niggas watches is
our crotches yelling What up?
The jeans $500? Fuck
Stop it, keep baking, see, the smell its a
One of this shit, you wont feel your legs kid
Im a gangsta corporate hustla, my voice is
Hounded by vicious dons, we armed, trust me bruh
They yellin' Chef, the plate with the cooks
I say 'Ye 2 Chainz on, we Common, let's Push
Burn another bush, burn another we brothers
us or not, the Mark Zuckerbergs of the block
Hug a knot, staying rich, we was built for the
Park the green six on the deuce just props
Rock a kilt, mean Im all machinery, ock
Cling to me, now see how the scenery

[Verse 2:
I was born by a late chicken shack and a
That mean the flow got wings and it come the dirt
Golly, I know she wanna test the
Eye on a like Illuminati
is foggy, tryin to see through the mist of it
Could have been livin it, you was Mrs.
is just a letter to better your development
Situation
3: Pusha T]
Some God body, blame Illuminati
All cause his pockets now as his hair

All Sonny no Cher, solitaires
You clusterfucks cluster up
On tippy-toe and not muster up so its
to ashes, dust to dust
In God we trust, the is all us
Til the sky calls or its on us


[Verse 4: 2
2
Im chillin in my camo, flippin through the
On my G.O.O.D. Music shit, my logos a (damn)
doors of ammo
Ammunition Im pitchin to your body switch another position
[Verse 5: da Prynce]
I the people is listening
I could never my soul, I gave it back to God at my christening
Its when I hear what haters be whisperin
makes you think an Illuminati would ever let some niggas in?
Fake friends and siblings, like to you well but aint never flip the nickel in
Haters wanna pull they pistol when they see me in race car
But you cant spell war an A-R
15 I was pushing carts at
By 21 they said Id be inside a
wait to get that black American Express
So I can show them white folks how to really pull the card
[Break: (Kanye West, Kid Cudi)]
Yeah, you feelin on top now, getting that nigga?
(You sold soul)
Yeah, you feelin on top now, getting that nigga?
(You your soul)
Yeah, you on top now, getting that money nigga?
(Naw man, mad people was
Aw man, something from nothing)
Kanye West]
I treat the label like money from my
G.O.O.D. wouldve been God except I more os
If I knew she was Id stillve bought her more clothes
Cause I was too busy with my Baltimore- you
Some call that the art of war you know
I guess it depends you fallin for
The clothes,cars, money, and the clothes
Aw money, you sold your
Nah man, mad was frontin
God damn, we something from nothing