Luyện nghe bài hát Til We Die

I got whatever I
You wanna hop in, comin on
Just to have your mouth wide
If you know you plan on coming on
On for you..
And if you think gonna stop
Thats just
My fingers in the sky
Screamin a hater til the day a nigga die

Yea, I got em yellin Oh God,
Presence fresh, your neck rise, Tom Ford
Fuck G4s, I charter private
And she through the sky like missiles they dodge ball
them bottles with the booze
Smell and stink old money buried in the kings tomb
When you think we smell funny, certain wanna watch em
it comes to money Im a nose fragrance, watch the flower blossom
When it comes to bread, yall know its me
I articulate beautiful a poetry
Hoes bring me that paper just like they threes
Chip em a revenue, God bless my
Listen , why your witness and your highness
Were success and sippin on the finestExplain
Most you motherfuckers need to learn to behind us
When we come and dismantle you quick and leave you spineless
But for you to dodge us

I got whatever I
You hop in, bitch comin on
Just have to your mouth wide
If you know you plan on coming on
On for you..
And if you were gonna stop
just absurd
My fingers in the sky
Screamin fuck a hater til the day a die

She see me cheese in my saggy sheets
Silver and Sela, smokin leaf
Jesus piece, I still feed the streets
Im score, that Ferrari seats
at the top, get arrogant on em
Set a bottle off, you can ride if you
My money mandatory, slippy deposits look
Money green, Maserati a body kit
presidents, got my name on the blim
Fast in the residence on a tip
innocent, the state attorney want a grip
Ive got enough, get with puff, I could make a
Fuck the charge down for me to top the list
Im a fat boy, I but em on that shit
You see that money? Im mine
Its Rosay, Songz, Busta Rhymes
I got I signed
You wanna hop in, comin on
Just have to have your wide
If you that you plan on coming on
On for you..
And if you were gonna stop
Thats just
My little in the sky
Screamin a hater til the day a nigga die
Hand on my heart while giving thanks and bustin these bottles open
Passin the time, securin lanes, gurkin forgot
Controllin every room when I enter start toastin
Undecided on what to drive, think the is open
As we do the
It successfully manifestin a thought and livin out the dream
Leave an unforgettable of mud
I be in it like adding a to the Bible with my blood, listen
Every day is like a
we never give a fuck, celebratin for no reason
A convoy full of trucks, no question, we all eatin
its silence when I talk like Im hearin the Lord speakin now
As they complain my ways
Cuz Ill be grindin, never sleepin just be ballin on for
Be fuckin model, every weed in out the strays
And then Im that Bugatti slowly totin on the haze
Then we this shit to Trey

I got whatever I
You wanna hop in, bitch on
Just have to your mouth wide
If you know that you on coming on
On for you..
And if you think were stop
Thats absurd
My little in the sky
fuck a hater til the day a nigga die