Luyện nghe bài hát The Motto

I'm the man, you don't get it do ya?
Type of money acting like they knew ya
Go uptown, New York City
Spanish girls love me like I'm Aventura
Tell Uncle Luke I'm out in too
Clubbing hard, women ain't much to do
Wrist bling, got a up in Biscayne
Still getting brain from a thang, ain't shit
How you How you feel? How you feel?
Twenty five sittin' on mil uhh
I'm in the and I'm feeling myself
Rest in peace Mac Dre, I'mma do it for the Bay,
Getting paid well holla wen that stop
My team good, we really need a mascot
Tell Tune "light one, pass it a relay"
you niggas more YMCA
Me, Freddie, Marl at the cribbo
Shout goes out to Niko, J and Chubbs, shout to
We got Santa by the liter
She know if I'm fuckin' with her, I don't really need her
Ahhh, That's how you man?
That's how you feel?
Cause the pimpin' ice cold, all bitches wanna chill
I mean she won't
Then again maybe she
I can guarantee she know the deal
Real wassap

Now she a photo Ya
You already know
You only live once, that's the motto YOLO
We 'bout it day, every day, every day
Like we sittin' on the bench, we don't really play
Every day, day, fuck what anybody say
Can't see 'em the money in the way
Real nigga

One, time fuck one
I'm niggas out like the umpire
Seven, grams in the
drowned in her pussy so I swam to her butt
It's Eastside, we in bitch
Wish a nigga like a tree in this bitch
And if a leaf fall put some weed in that
my MO add a B to that shit
I'm up, torn down
I'm door knob
Talk stupid, off your head!
money talks and Mr Ed! Ya
I'm so Young got a drum on the gun
bunny
Funny how honey ain't sweet sugar
Ain't shit sweet niggas on the street like
I tongue kiss her other
Skeet skeet skeet: gun
Oh my God Becky at her butt

Wassap
nigga wassup
Real wassup

Wassap,