Luyện nghe bài hát Work for It [Explicit]

DJ Khaled!

Make me give up everything I 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
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 make me give up everything I worked for

You gon' get 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 been losing and dropping pounds
Damn, I think I'm 'bout to the one I'm with
Start a new relationship you, this is what you do
I had you twelve but you came right after at two
I could have anything I'd want but I still you
the truth
I'm not really the sentimentals
Just me and you behind the windows
While you all these innuendos
We just finna up all the incidentals at the SLS
LA confidential, show me everything that you've been through
We only do we meant to like, woah
that titties on the glass, pull the curtains shit
This that fuck you in the air, no service
This that call his ass right now, say deserting him
This call him while we fucking so he heard the shit

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

Money stalking me, its like the money to me
So if you ain't 'bout money then don't talk to me (shh)
I work with dope boys, I keep a on me, (skrt)
I'm in my drop top but won't let you get the on me (catch up)
I keep the yop on me and seems to follow me
I take my to the mall, my pistol shop with me
That bitch is jockin' me, and young niggas 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 I got kids
And more major keys a locksmith
I could teach you niggas how to this
My bed was a on the carpet
My ride was a bus MARTA
Pillow of Estee Lauder
Nigga, I'm allergic to a
Nothing but cars in my garage, ah

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

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

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