Luyện nghe bài hát The Morning

Givin'em and makin' love again
In my best I be the run
And I have the man dem
[Hook:
I'm getting this nigga in the
He gon' think he been just too long when
He see me in the
Want to catch all feelin
let me be the first to get mine
[Verse 1:
Ay yo, ay yo, barbeque and blow in the back of the
Sittinand countin, smoking a spliff, this a gift
All my niggas is rough
our crotches yelling What up?
The jeans cost $500?
it, keep baking, see, the smell its a statement
One freeze of this shit, you wont your legs kid
Im a gangsta corporate hustla, my voice is
Hounded by vicious dons, nigga we armed, trust me
yellin' Chef, kill the plate with the cooks
I say 'Ye with 2 on, we Common, let's Push
Burn another bush, then burn another we
Love us or not, the Zuckerbergs of the block
Hug a knot, staying rich, we was built for the
the green six deuce on the deuce just props
Rock a kilt, mean Im all machinery, ock
Cling to me, now see how the rock?

[Verse 2:
I was by a late chicken shack and a church
That the flow got wings and it come from the dirt
Golly, I know she test the Rari
Eye on a dollar Illuminati
Life is foggy, tryin to see through the of it
Could been livin it, you was Mrs. Mischievous
This is just a letter to better development
Situation
[Verse 3: T]
Some God body, blame Illuminati
All cause his pockets now knotty as his

All Sonny no Cher, only
You clusterfucks cluster up
On and still not muster up so its
to ashes, dust to dust
In God we trust, the is all us
Til the sky or its flames on us


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