Luyện nghe bài hát Til We Die

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

Yea, I got em Oh God, Lord
Presence fresh, your neck rise, Tom Ford
G4s, I charter private Concords
And she through the sky like when they dodge ball
them bottles with the booze
Smell and stink like old money buried in the tomb
you think we smell funny, certain niggas wanna watch em
When it comes to money Im a nose fragrance, watch the blossom
When it comes to bread, yall niggas its me
I articulate beautiful a poetry
Hoes bring me that just like they owing threes
em a revenue, God bless my rosaries
Listen , thats why your and your highness
Were celebratin and sippin on the finestExplain
Most you motherfuckers need to learn to stand us
When we come and dismantle you niggas quick and you spineless
But for you to dodge us

I got I signed
You wanna hop in, bitch on
have 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
fuck a hater til the day a nigga die

She see me stackin cheese in my saggy
and Sela, smokin lavender leaf
Yellow piece, I still feed the streets
Im getting score, that seats
at the top, get arrogant on em
Set a off, you can ride if you wanna
My money mandatory, slippy deposits look
green, Maserati with a body kit
Dead presidents, got my 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 make a
Fuck the charge down for me to top the list
Im a fat boy, I but em on that poor
You see money? Im touchin mine
Its Rosay, Songz, Busta Rhymes
I got whatever I
You wanna hop in, comin on
Just have to have your wide
If you know 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 forgot
Controllin every room when I there start toastin
on what to drive, think the garage is open
As we do the
It seems successfully manifestin a thought and out the dream
Leave an mark of mud
I be in it like adding a chapter to the Bible with my blood,
Every day is a weekend
Like we never give a fuck, for no reason
A convoy full of trucks, no question, we all eatin
Then its silence when I talk Im hearin the Lord speakin now
As they complain about my
Cuz Ill be grindin, never just be ballin on for days
Be every model, every weed in out the strays
And then Im that Bugatti slowly totin on the haze
Then we pass this to Trey

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