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 you built the coffin
I got virgin lungs please the coughing
Think I'm bout to blow, they me George from Boston
Respect is never given so I it
Get acquainted mine I get them acclimated
Cherry red dice I'm a gambling man I'm never taking
Had to the life
This for ordinary people, don't compare me to rappers
I'm to be like The Beatles,
Give me soul money, niggers is gassed up
Tell them to it running, I'm keeping the grass cut
No snakes, royalty hating niggers get no pussy
So it's for me, she invited me in her mouth
You know it's cordially, we throwin' racks, she said please don't to me
All my niggers is winning, out to Charlie Sheen
I spit the metronome's a money machine
A money machine, of course I'm to be the king that was part of my dream
And wale told me y'all so we fuck yall, we don't love y'all
Loud B.O.T. above y'all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last
We aint heard of that, and we aint of y'all

Doggin, listen, mean muggin for when niggas don't see their C's til they see the judges
Dark side of town, mama blues,
When drama ensues 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 other scribble in pencil
Got indelible colors, only when they're buzzing
I'm at Dallas luggage flyin straight to the money
And you don't understand my slang my is lovely
So they quote me and love me like I'm a poet or
Hoe I kick it, I punt it like Reggie Roby or
Shady bitches'll me, Reggie Smokers disgust me
Make the least of you haters, the most of your money
Have that consistent drive long as motor's running

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

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