Luyện nghe bài hát Make It Work (Drake Diss)

Aye, nigga, what that work
Aye, bitch, what that like?
You know me been trappin' with it all night
Niggas wanna take it there, we can take it there,all

1]
Aye nigga, Raw with the
I'll bring it to face, cook it like Benihana's
ride out on Yokohamas
And my fingernails dirty, I've been countin' straight
Why these niggas test me on the low though?
Got no mothafuckin' so I'm patient with the scope though
Put potty mouth on the low
with the enemy, it's like hangin' on a rope
Jim Carrey, I ain't with you liars
All black attire, if we match it fuel the
It's and we aimin' for the body
I'm puttin' X's on the wall, if you resurrect, you
Sphinx, I'm a pharaoh, a fairy
Potato on the barrel, watch your soul fly a sparrow
All my niggas thorough about
Nigga never was my homie, all these bitches know phony

Aye, nigga, what that work
Aye, bitch, what that work
You know me, been trappin' with it all night
Niggas wanna take it there, we can take it all night
Aye, nigga, what work like?
Aye, bitch, what that like?
'Bout your money, you've been trappin' it all night
Bitches wanna take it there, you take it there all night

2]
I make that money
Hoppin' off the leer, no passengers in here
I got poppin', no beer
Why you in my ear? I can hear the money
When I'm back in the city and clear
My in the sky with the lights on the field
I'm a gold chain buyin'
Got that rikki in the trunk and I pop it if a nigga
Papa's got a brand new bag, baby,
Cash, baby, Maybach rag baby, baby
LK frames on the dash, smashin' the fast
With a baddy, mane, ass, got a fatty,
Tattoos, Wang, G5, hydroplane
Last Kings, everything (everything?)
Cartier love rings, but this ain't no thing
Married to green things, Franklins and money trees

Take it all night, nigga
We can take it all night, nigga
Gettin' all night, nigga
And your bitch me all night, nigga
We can take it there all night,
Take it there all night,
be on the first flight, nigga
You ain't on jet flight, nigga

6 God

Produced By: Boi-1da &

Rrrr

I'll admit it, I'll it
Watch motherfuckin' tone boy
Get boy
Aww here go another that don't understand the concept of puttin' money first boy (first)
I'm 'bout to hit you with the boy (work)
I'm 'bout to hit you with the boy (work)
I hate comin' through stuntin' on that I know, ahh that's the worst boy (worst)
admit it, I'll admit it
You haven't been a man for a minute
I told you I'm in it for the long haul
You can get the business
admit it, I'll admit it
Rolling swishers hittin'
Got me feelin' a ball hog
I pass 'em when I get it
I'll it, I'll admit it
You too 'bout the bitches
I got one girl, and she my girl, and else can hit it
admit it, she'll admit it
She fuckin' with you niggas
And just every single other thing in my life
You can have her I'm finished
I hear the on road is I'm the shit boy
Phone call home, shit is hot up in the 6 boy
Shit hot up in the 6 now shit hot up in the 6 boy
Shit is hot up in the 6 now
Come see us and get it boy
Benz on the road boy
Already had a Rolls
a couple Bentley last week, them were my old toys
I give a fuck old boy
I give a fuck his squad boy
I a fuck about your mob boy
I'm the 6 God boy
I'm to say a true thing
I'm to say a true thing
You was poppin' back Usher wore a U-chain
God you changed
I put it on 'erything, a err ting
It's a OVO come through things
I know you things
Bitch I know you things
Yeah, I you heard things
I'm not new to
from the motherfucking 6 side
I'm not new to
Niggas wouldn't make it on side
I'm not new to
I'm not new, I'm not new
Yeah, I know you heard
Nobody really us except for us
Yeah, all I ever needed was the squad so that's up
Yeah, my sound got the whole city a way now
So I don't give a fuck about what anybody sayin' now