Luyện nghe bài hát Til We Die

I got I signed
You wanna hop in, comin on
Just have to have your mouth
If you know that you plan on on
On for you..
And if you think were gonna
Thats absurd
My middle in the sky
Screamin fuck a til the day a nigga die

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

I got I signed
You hop in, bitch comin on
Just have to have your wide
If you that you plan on coming on
On for you..
And if you think gonna stop
Thats absurd
My fingers in the sky
fuck a hater til the day a nigga die

She see me stackin in my saggy sheets
Silver and Sela, smokin lavender
Jesus piece, I still feed the streets
Im getting score, that seats
at the top, get arrogant on em
Set a bottle off, you can if you wanna
My money mandatory, what deposits look
Money green, with a body kit
Dead presidents, got my name on the
Fast in the residence on a tip
Playin innocent, the state attorney a grip
Ive got enough, get with puff, I make a flip
the charge down for me to top the Forbes list
Im a fat boy, I but em on that shit
You see that Im touchin mine
Its Rosay, Trey Songz, Rhymes
I got I signed
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 were gonna stop
just absurd
My little in the sky
fuck a hater til the day a nigga die
Hand on my heart while giving thanks and continued these bottles open
Passin the time, securin lanes, gurkin smokin
every room when I enter there start toastin
Undecided on to drive, think the garage is open
As we do the
It seems successfully manifestin a thought and 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 a weekend
Like we give a fuck, celebratin for no reason
A convoy full of trucks, no question, we all eatin
Then its 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 every model, every weed in out the
And then Im bouncin that Bugatti totin on the haze
Then we this shit to Trey

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