Luyện nghe bài hát What The Fuck

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

We pull V12 into private parking lots, by way of secret entrance
We in the building now, rooftop been up here huh?
You can't come through without somebody from my set to vouch for you homes
Take it all in love, you around grown men
The chosen know when the going get tough, the tough roll up and right the fuck going
Champagne pouring every morning, God kept us we made it
He ain't let them haters us
He us another 24 hours to scour after that 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 Lakers
Los Angeles vacation, a little work a of that playing
I'm saying... what the