Luyện nghe bài hát What Da Fuck

This of ours
Got me driving sports 200 miles per hour
outside a 5-star hotel lobbies
Drunk models leaving the bar legs all
Bitch 'fore you lose, get a chance at excitement
This how life get, when you pilot with the owners, the one's who set
Bringing that green cactus to your cypher
I won't pass it, even bother asking, this for my jet lifers
dyers, chevy riders, front liners won't define her, jeans designer
My best bitches get flights to London, to Madonna I ain't even coming
I'm Rolex Regatta, St. Thomas buying diamonds for my momma
Put that on my momma, gonna look 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 bottles
Them bitches bought their own way we ain't have to buy 'em
Andretti Corleone Jet Life Fly
my cologne I'm smelling like a big deal
Heavy profit, like don't trip homeboy I got it
Smelling deep pockets, higher than a helicopter
Spit that ignorant but I deliver it so proper
You couldn't see me with binoculars, church gospel
to do it bigger than me we dope colossal
Talking money out here and I'm digging I'm looking for fossils
OG some y'all niggas to childish, can't eat round me'
Bring them little boys to McDonalds they
What the

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