Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Am

Uhh.. Welcome to
Paper planes, long
to the life

Destinies fulfilled off the filling the pillow talking
How you killing my highs, I hope you the coffin
I got virgin please excuse the coughing
I'm bout to blow, they call me George from Boston
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 for ordinary people, don't compare me to rappers
I'm trying to be The Beatles,
Give me some money, niggers is gassed up
them to keep it running, I'm keeping the grass cut
No snakes, royalty hating don't get no pussy
So more for me, she invited me in her mouth
You know it's cordially, we throwin' racks, she said don't talk to me
All my niggers is winning, shout out to Charlie
I spit bars the metronome's a money
A money machine, of course I'm trying to be the king that was of my dream
And wale told me fuck y'all so we fuck yall, we don't love
Loud B.O.T. above y'all, patron at 4 am, the last call
We aint heard of that, and we hear of y'all

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

I'm here forever, these niggers scribble in pencil
Got indelible colors, only look when they're
I'm at Dallas with luggage straight to the money
And you don't understand my slang my colloquial is
So they quote me and love me I'm a poet or something
Hoe I kick it, I it like Reggie Roby or something
Shady bitches'll feel me, Reggie Smokers me
Make the least of you haters, make the most of your
Have that drive long as your motor's running

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

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