Luyện nghe bài hát 11/11

Ay the other hustle, this the other war
me in, in the crib but they got other law
Show her other bitch like a master
I'm black but she and she a master freak
Gotta luck on that pussy, mess the key
She got it it, ride it nigga
Master hood, P
I'm a master shield, do I want be
The way I it and cut it like I'm master
at this master grinning, bring some concern me
Fifty, fifty, she get the plug, she ain't find me
Life full of granding, life full of
He will met the dollar mean he gonna move to Miami
Get the 11/11 wait for the album
Brow all 11 cuz you know I'm have it
11, 11 I throw eleven
Cuz I'm banging money and I've out of thugs since I am 11
I don't matter if she have it, she an angel like she got some wings
Put on Jason I take to her
Don't fuck the money, come show you some things
my name if you mention I'm the king
You wanna know what I
I say all of my hustlers, my nigga, my balers are ready for the team

11, 11 I break 22 so they all 11
I will get money, I've been throw this shit I was 1 7
I was 17 nigga, I was 17 will make the labels
Now the brick will and the 32 shot, we invest in guns
11 they won, 11 care, 11 they fine
11 new cars, 11 new but no new friends
The streets(?) and I'm driving the class and 'em on streets
I do I do but nothing for leave to my nigga to get
And my bitch been me
She think I am 11 new bitches
And my plug nigga me, like fuck all the rapture
They get to the

11 this one of the thrill, that's one of the
And no stilling the hood, try to get nigga saving the money

11, 11 wait on the album,
Then of 11, you know I'm gonna grabble
11, 11 and point 9, 11 I drive eleven
And I've been in the streets and I'm banging this since I was 11
She ain't know that coming and (?)
And the streets on
And I do what I do but not for me, for my niggas too
If you keep my nigga, you'll fucking with me
You gotta keep beat shit
Hella this fuck slide,
Fuck try to get over the game
Fuck all niggas, ain't never gonna change
Fuck all the lables, they never sell
Fuck all the bitches, they gonna all them
Fuck all the rappers and now they gona talk bout
That I wana hear it
(?) when you lay when on streets (?)
But remember they never come, I promise I let you down
I'mma you my stole, I'mma get you the pain, there's no fucking round
Cuz is real, my nigga got kill, my nigga lost life
When we in the and you and the others was fucking device