Luyện nghe bài hát Til We Die

I got whatever I
You wanna hop in, comin on
Just have to have your mouth
If you that you plan on coming on
On for you..
And if you were gonna stop
Thats absurd
My middle in the sky
Screamin fuck a til the day a nigga die

Yea, I got em yellin Oh God,
Presence fresh, your rise, sharp Tom Ford
Fuck G4s, I charter private
And she through the sky like when they dodge ball
Toast them with the booze
Smell and stink like old money in the kings tomb
When you think we smell funny, niggas wanna watch em
When it comes to money Im a fragrance, watch the flower blossom
it comes to bread, yall niggas know its me
I articulate like a poetry
Hoes bring me that paper just like they threes
Chip em a revenue, God bless my
Listen , thats why your witness and your
Were success and sippin on the finestExplain
Most you motherfuckers need to learn to behind us
When we come and dismantle you niggas quick and leave you
But thats for you to us

I got whatever I
You wanna hop in, comin on
Just to have your mouth wide
If you know that you on coming on
On for you..
And if you think gonna stop
just absurd
My fingers in the sky
Screamin fuck a hater til the day a die

She see me stackin cheese in my sheets
Silver and Sela, smokin leaf
Yellow Jesus piece, I still feed the
Im score, that Ferrari seats
at the top, get arrogant on em
Set a bottle off, you can ride if you
My money mandatory, slippy what deposits
Money green, Maserati a body kit
presidents, got my name on the blim
Fast in the residence on a tip
innocent, the state attorney want a grip
Ive got enough, get with puff, I could a flip
the charge down for me to top the Forbes list
Im a fat boy, I but em on poor shit
You see money? Im touchin mine
Its Rosay, Songz, Busta Rhymes
I got I signed
You wanna hop in, comin on
Just have to have your mouth
If you that you plan on coming on
On for you..
And if you were gonna stop
Thats absurd
My fingers in the sky
fuck a hater til the day a nigga die
Hand on my heart while giving and continued bustin these bottles open
Passin the time, securin lanes, gurkin smokin
every room when I enter there start toastin
Undecided on what to drive, the garage is open
As we do the
It seems manifestin a thought and livin out the dream
Leave an unforgettable of mud
I be in it like a chapter to the Bible with my blood, listen
Every day is a weekend
we never give a fuck, celebratin for no reason
A convoy of trucks, aint no question, we all eatin
Then its silence I talk like Im hearin the Lord speakin now
As complain about my ways
Cuz Ill be grindin, never sleepin just be on for days
Be fuckin every model, every in out the strays
And then Im bouncin that Bugatti totin on the haze
Then we pass this shit to

I got I signed
You wanna hop in, bitch on
Just to have your mouth wide
If you that you plan on coming on
On for you..
And if you were gonna stop
Thats just
My little in the sky
Screamin a hater til the day a nigga die