Luyện nghe bài hát What The Fuck

This thing of
Got me driving sports cars 200 per hour
Parked outside a 5-star lobbies
Drunk models leaving the bar all wobbly
choose '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 sticky cactus to your
I won't pass it, don't even bother asking, for my jet lifers
Never dyers, chevy riders, front liners won't define her, jeans
My best bitches get flights to London, ticket to I ain't even coming
I'm 2012 Rolex Regatta, St. Thomas buying diamonds for my
Put that on my momma, that's look so good on my momma
When I put on my momma, and so continues the saga
Another day another dollar, club night, another 40 popped bottles
Them bitches bought own way we ain't even have to buy 'em
Andretti Jet Life Fly Mafia
Smell my cologne I'm smelling like a big
Heavy profit, smelling like don't trip I got it
Smelling like deep pockets, higher than a
Spit that ignorant shit but I it so proper
You couldn't see me with binoculars, church gospel
Impossible to do it bigger than me we dope
Talking money out here and I'm digging like I'm for fossils
Triple OG y'all niggas to childish, can't eat round me'
Bring them little to McDonalds they playing
What the

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