Luyện nghe bài hát Work for It [Explicit]

DJ Khaled!

Make me give up I worked for
You gon' make me up everything I worked for
Sunday, you go to church though
I still bless you, but you know what first though
Make me up everything I worked for
You gon' me give up everything I worked for
Sunday, that's they pray to church for
You make me give up everything I worked for

You gon' get this Rollie off the wrist,
You gon' have my phone full of all your pics,
You have me flying in and out of town
You said you've been losing and dropping pounds
Damn, I I'm 'bout to leave the one I'm with
Start a new relationship with you, is what you do
I had you after twelve but you came right at two
I could have I'd want but I still want you
That's the
I'm not really into the
me and you behind the tinted windows
While you all these innuendos
We finna fuck up all the incidentals at the SLS
That's LA confidential, show me everything you've been through
We only do what we to like, woah
that titties on the glass, pull the curtains shit
This that you in the air, no service dick
This call his ass right now, say you're deserting him
This that call him while we so he heard the shit

Make me give up I worked for
You gon' me give up everything I worked for
Sunday, you ain't go to though
I still bless you, but you know come first though
Make me give up I worked for
You gon' me give up everything I worked for
Sunday, that's what they pray to for
You gon' me give up everything I worked for

Money stalking me, its the money talk to me
So if you talking 'bout money then don't talk to me (shh)
I work with dope boys, I keep a on me, (skrt)
I'm in my top but won't let you get the drop on me (catch up)
I keep the yop on me and trouble to follow me
I take my pistol to the mall, my shop with me
That bitch is jockin' me, and niggas admire me
Yeah, but I'm a product of the streets so they won't me

let you play me off the streets you know I got kids
And more keys than a locksmith
I could teach you niggas how to this
My bed was a on the carpet
My ride was a bus named
full of Estee Lauder
Nigga, I'm to a charger
Nothing but cars in my garage, ah

Make me give up everything I for
You gon' make me give up I worked for
Sunday, you ain't go to though
I still bless you, but you know what come first
Make me give up everything I for
You gon' make me give up everything I for
Sunday, that's what pray to church for
You gon' make me up everything I worked for

I'm risks, she takin' pills, takin' pics
Day job night job, shit
I to the basics, not a basic bitch
You deserve a young legendary
speeding up your respiratory
Treat these others hoes
I couldn't even cheat with my
Faithful to you even when I'm on
if I'm on a different coast
I'mma still you feel close, mama
I'm addicted to your ass and
you dance the bedroom turn to Magic City
Got my ass throwing hundreds,
Outta air, yeah thats magic tricking
I take you to the
Make your mind as clear as the you swimming in
In and out that like we amphibians
I won't change you up season for another chick like they did Aunt Vivian
I'mma put you on the businesses, divy up the dividends
I'mma show you what the fuck is, baby
Make me give up everything I for
You gon' make me
Girl you make me wanna the one I'm with
Start a new with you, this feel like déjà vu

me give up everything I worked for
You gon' make me give up I worked for
Sunday, you got to church though
I still bless you but you come first though
Make me give up everything I for
You make me give up everything I worked for
Sunday, that's what they to church for
You gon' make me up everything I worked for