Luyện nghe bài hát Til We Die

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

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

I got whatever I
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 think were stop
just absurd
My fingers in the sky
Screamin fuck a til the day a nigga die

She see me stackin cheese in my sheets
Silver and Sela, smokin leaf
Yellow piece, I still feed the streets
Im getting score, Ferrari seats
at the top, get arrogant on em
Set a bottle off, you can ride if you
My money mandatory, slippy what look
Money green, with a body kit
presidents, got my name on the blim
Fast in the based on a tip
Playin innocent, the state attorney want a
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 that poor
You see that money? Im touchin
Its Rosay, Songz, Busta Rhymes
I got I signed
You wanna hop in, bitch on
Just have to have your wide
If you know that you plan on on
On for you..
And if you think were gonna
Thats absurd
My little in the sky
Screamin a hater til the day a nigga die
Hand on my heart while giving thanks and bustin these bottles open
Passin the time, lanes, gurkin forgot smokin
Controllin every room when I enter there toastin
Undecided on what to drive, think the garage is
As we do the
It successfully manifestin a thought and livin out the dream
Leave an mark of mud
I be in it adding a chapter to the Bible with my blood, listen
day is like a weekend
Like we never a fuck, celebratin for no reason
A full of trucks, aint no question, we all eatin
its silence when I talk like Im hearin the Lord speakin now
As they complain about my
Cuz Ill be grindin, sleepin just be ballin on for days
Be fuckin every model, weed in out the strays
And then Im bouncin that Bugatti slowly totin on the
Then we this shit to Trey

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