Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Am

Uhh.. to paradise
Paper planes, flights
to the life

Destinies fulfilled off the from the pillow talking
How you killing my highs, I you built the coffin
I got lungs please excuse the coughing
Think I'm bout to blow, they call me George from
Respect is given so I confiscate it
Get acquainted with mine I get them
Cherry red I'm a gambling man I'm never taking twice
Had to escape the
This ain't for ordinary people, compare me to rappers
I'm trying to be The Beatles,
Give me soul money, niggers is gassed up
Tell them to keep it running, I'm the grass cut
No snakes, royalty hating niggers get no pussy
So more for me, she invited me in her mouth
You know it's cordially, we racks, she said please don't talk to me
All my niggers is winning, out to Charlie Sheen
I spit bars the metronome's a money
A machine, of course I'm trying to be the king that was part of my dream
And told me fuck y'all so we fuck yall, we don't love y'all
Loud B.O.T. above y'all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last
We aint heard of that, and we aint of y'all

Doggin, Hard listen, mean muggin for when niggas don't see C's til they see the judges
side of town, baby mama blues,
When drama ensues niggers Suh
Old lyin ass as boys,
Why you knock that bitch up if you cant it out boy
I'm a my opinion is monumental

I'm here forever, these other niggers scribble in
Got indelible colors, only look when they're
I'm at Dallas luggage flyin straight to the money
And you understand my slang my colloquial is lovely
So they quote me and love me like I'm a poet or
Hoe I kick it, I punt it like Roby or something
Shady bitches'll feel me, Reggie disgust me
Make the least of you haters, make the most of your
that consistent drive long as your motor's running

I to heat up mama house by opening ovens
Now mama see that on Oprah and know that it's coming
That's real shit, it's bigger than rap, my n-gga busy, but genius is back
I light up my spliff take a sip of my
Thinking of when the city weren't thinking of rap
They weren't thinking of rap, they weren't a f-ck
Now everywhere I go they be it up
I seen it all from Barry Farms to Corders
They had that rocking like a Park that's word to Mike
Shout out to captain and free my n-gga Ricky
We pray for polo, we miss you little Penny
We skip college, chase dollars and black
Not in the kingdom of Zamunda but it's mad
Where bad bitches with bad intentions just act

This where they love you then they hate you, go and ask
Yeah, go and ask
love you then they hate you, go and ask fifty
Go and ask fenty, hating ass n-gga, than sibling
Who got the n-gga ?
n-gga,
n-gga,
My... dont keep it deuce
work, work, work, work, work.