Luyện nghe bài hát Work For It

DJ Khaled!

Make me give up I worked for
You gon' make me up everything I worked for
Sunday, you ain't go to church
I bless you, but you know what come first though
Make me up everything I worked for
You make me give up everything I worked for
Sunday, that's they pray to church for
You make me give up everything I worked for

You gon' get this Rollie off the wrist,
You have my phone full of all your pics, yeah
You gon' have me in and out of town
You said you've losing weight and dropping pounds
Damn, I think I'm to leave the one I'm with
Start a new relationship with you, this is you do
I had you after twelve but you right after at two
I could have I'd want but I still want you
the truth
I'm not really into the
Just me and you behind the windows
While you all these innuendos
We finna fuck up all the incidentals at the SLS
That's LA confidential, show me everything that you've been
We do what we meant to like, woah
that titties on the glass, pull the curtains shit
This that you in the air, no service dick
that call his ass right now, say you're deserting him
This that call him while we so he heard the shit

me give up everything I worked for
You gon' me give up everything I worked for
Sunday, you ain't go to church
I bless you, but you know what come first though
me give up everything I worked for
You gon' me give up everything I worked for
Sunday, that's they pray to church for
You gon' make me up everything I worked for

Money stalking me, its like the talk to me
So if you ain't 'bout money then don't talk to me (shh)
I work dope boys, I keep a fork on me, (skrt)
I'm in my drop top but let you get the drop on me (catch up)
I the yop on me and trouble seems to follow me
I take my to the mall, my pistol shop with me
That is jockin' me, and young niggas admire me
Yeah, but I'm a product of the streets so they hire me

Can't let you me off the streets you know I got kids
And major keys than a locksmith
I could teach you niggas how to this
My bed was a on the carpet
My ride was a bus MARTA
full of Estee Lauder
Nigga, I'm allergic to a
Nothing but cars in my garage, ah

Make me up everything I worked for
You gon' make me give up everything I for
Sunday, you ain't go to church
I still bless you, but you what come first though
Make me up everything I worked for
You gon' make me up everything I worked for
Sunday, that's they pray to church for
You gon' make me up everything I worked for

I'm takin' risks, she takin' pills, takin'
Day job night job, Jamaican
I stick to the basics, not a basic
You deserve a young young
speeding up your respiratory
Treat others hoes secondary
I couldn't even cheat my secretary
to you even when I'm on road
Even if I'm on a coast
I'mma make you feel close, mama
I'm to your ass and titties
When you dance the bedroom turn to Magic
Got my ass hundreds, fifties
Outta thin air, yeah magic tricking
I you to the Caribbean
Make your mind as as the water you swimming in
In and out that bitch like we
I won't change you up next for another chick like they did Aunt Vivian
I'mma put you on the businesses, I'mma divy up the
I'mma show you what the commitment is, baby
Make me give up everything I for
You gon' me give
Girl you make me leave the one I'm with
Start a new with you, this feel like déjà vu

Make me up everything I worked for
You make me give up everything I worked for
Sunday, you ain't got to church
I still bless you but you what come though
me give up everything I worked for
You make me give up everything I worked for
Sunday, that's they pray to church for
You gon' make me give up I worked for