Luyện nghe bài hát Work for It [Explicit]

DJ Khaled!

Make me give up I worked for
You gon' make me up everything I worked for
Sunday, you go to church though
I still bless you, but you know come first though
Make me up everything I worked for
You gon' make me give up everything I for
Sunday, what they pray to church for
You gon' make me give up I worked for

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

me give up everything I worked for
You gon' make me give up everything I for
Sunday, you go to church though
I still you, but you know what come first though
Make me up everything I worked for
You gon' make me give up everything I for
Sunday, what they pray to church for
You gon' make me give up everything I for

Money stalking me, its the money talk to me
So if you ain't talking 'bout money then talk to me (shh)
I work with dope boys, I keep a on me, (skrt)
I'm in my top but won't let you get the drop on me (catch up)
I the yop on me and trouble seems to follow me
I my pistol 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 won't hire me

Can't let you play me off the streets you know I got
And more major keys a locksmith
I could teach you niggas how to rock
My bed was a on the carpet
My was a bus named MARTA
full of Estee Lauder
Nigga, I'm allergic to a
but foreign cars in my garage, ah

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

I'm takin' risks, she takin' pills, pics
Day job job, Jamaican shit
I to the basics, not a basic bitch
You deserve a young legendary
speeding up your respiratory
Treat these hoes secondary
I couldn't even with my secretary
Faithful to you when I'm on road
Even if I'm on a different
still make you feel close, mama
I'm to your ass and titties
When you dance the bedroom to Magic City
Got my ass throwing hundreds,
Outta air, yeah thats magic tricking
I take you to the
Make mind as clear as the water you swimming in
In and out that bitch like we
I won't change you up season for another chick like they did Aunt Vivian
I'mma put you on the businesses, I'mma divy up the
show you what the fuck commitment is, baby
Make me give up everything I for
You make me give
you make me wanna leave the one I'm with
Start a new relationship with you, this feel déjà vu

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