Luyện nghe bài hát What Da Fuck

This thing of
Got me sports cars 200 miles per hour
Parked outside a 5-star hotel
Drunk models leaving the bar legs all
Bitch 'fore you lose, get a chance at excitement
how life get, when you pilot with the owners, the one's who set prices
Bringing that green sticky cactus to your
I won't pass it, even bother asking, this for my jet lifers
Never dyers, chevy riders, liners won't define her, jeans designer
My best bitches get flights to London, ticket to Madonna I even coming
I'm 2012 Rolex Regatta, St. Thomas buying for my momma
Put that on my momma, that's gonna so good on my momma
When I put on my momma, and so continues the saga
Another day another dollar, another club night, another 40 popped
Them bitches bought their own way we ain't even to buy 'em
Andretti Corleone Jet Fly Mafia
my cologne I'm smelling like a big deal
Heavy profit, smelling don't trip homeboy I got it
Smelling like deep pockets, than a helicopter
Spit that ignorant shit but I it so proper
You couldn't see me with binoculars, church homie
Impossible to do it than me we dope colossal
Talking money out here and I'm digging like I'm looking for
Triple OG y'all niggas to childish, can't eat round me'
Bring them little boys to McDonalds they
What the

We pull V12 engines into private parking lots, by way of entrance
We in the building now, rooftop never been up here
You can't come through alone without somebody from my set to vouch for you
Take it all in love, you around some men
The chosen know the going get tough, the tough roll up and keep right the fuck going
Champagne every morning, celebration God kept us we made it
He let them haters take us
He gave us another 24 hours to scour after paper
A where I lay up
Little momma in a Jet Life monogram towel applying
For the day may take us
Skybox suite catered, Clippers versus
Los Angeles vacation, a little work a of that playing
I'm saying... the fuck