Luyện nghe bài hát Stay

Peace to the Percenters,
online inventors
Shout to them niggas, family men, bringin' home
Watch out for desperate lonely women, hurt ya happy
Miserable and alone, kissable, nice to
She not the type of a throne
Her beauty is her curse, she fuck for shoes and a
me a movie first, can watch you on my phone
I shop in
I spend some nights in
Feel like a knight England
that's I named my son: Knight
He was born to be one, that's how my was won
White 740
licked by an tongue
I'm dangerous son, she got a man, a famous one
Honey be pocket watchin', she got a lot of
Hard to make up her decidin' which baller to rock with
Hot to death, slim pickings, but I'm not
She got the sex, so I guess I'mma just...

ven though don't like you, next Friday night can't wait to fight you
up I would knife you, don't fuck with you
Last month I even at you, you got locked
I bad, wait, do I got love for you?
I kill you, but do I got love for you?
I want you dead under 6 of soil
At the time, want you here to witness me while you in misery
We hate each other, but it's love, what a mystery
Years ago they ate the of a slain enemy
We enemies, but your hatred never enter me
Some seek fame they need validation
say hatin' is confused admiration
Spotlight on me, I still look
Still get money, killer pushin' a Bentley
Maybe niggas could see too much of they failures through a who realer
I don't like you near bruh, but I you to...