Luyện nghe bài hát Won't Land

(Verse 1)
Nigga, yeah, fresh up off the
Real embrace my music and bitches go insane
Even they kids up the gang
don't bother pronouncin' my name
They just at my chain
Boy how much you on it?
ain't nothin' but hard work
and you can get from it
Ain't no paper but this smell like the shit
it?
Smokin' chronic and gin
'til we get sick
And them suckas ain't like it
ya bitch love it
Ima it
She light it
me she in desperate need
of a
I told her her feet up
We gon' go to my
as I roll this weed up
Call friends of yours
and we all have a smoke out!
You gotta hold it too long
is rapper weed
Couple hits is all you need
In my frames, I'm blazed!
Somewhere on the
Smokin' some ray, of the day,
dialin'
Be surprised by how high a get
I'm a kind of fly, we ain't on the same shit
Nigga!

(Chorus)
I land
won't land, won't (x5)

(Verse 2)
No to apologize
You should know how fly do
EZ-Widers
Been done with them cigarillos
I been on the road choppin' and killin' them
Heard I left a major
but my paper major
And all of them fans in with me
I say what's real
So I can give a fuck!
how a hater
But uh, every time they send a for me and Will
I call her my talkin' on the field
At first was tough,
they don't be gangstas now
of my flow,
yeah they and paste my style
think I notice it
While in my hotel, wit yo bitch
Fool!
And is it, what!
your feet, put on some music
a zip up
And we gon' it 'til it's gone
see me cough?
Can't speak for who do
I'm G'd up! What!
Haha! Ah!

(Chorus)