Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Knows

sick and tired of sick and tired
them other niggas be the state of mind
got haters on the job like it's a 9 to 5
getting money, mind ya and stay out of mine
50 thousands for this rolly
i die just bring my jewelry to the ceremony
lord i be shittin' on 'em
hottest nigga since that weather out in
sleeping on me hope you choke and fall a coma
the frangrance know the money be the new aroma
i'm just spazzing out, denims carry amounts
got them bitches throwin' pussy what the out
story, new glory
money stacking taller a two story
real niggas money, never gets boring
last year i made a million of the state
boys, know what you talking bout
i run my own team, aint no room for
around, peep at the winners circle
we the niggas paper like a social worker
plus them pistols keep them shells like a turtle
wear rubber, cus these spanish bitches so
knows i be going hard

rip my nigga daniel, remember garage
nights, before that rap shit
i was thinking moving keys like a
no sir, the
them crackers dirty, i hope you keep ya name clear
for a nigga, trippin' i just stand still
i aint trippin' i just still
lord knows i'm stressed out
walking through these roadblocks my chest out
damn, 23 and a million dollars
fucking put a quarter million round a collar
couple more to cop a phantom i aint talking
sya my flow sick i should see a fucking doctor
real in ya presence
chopper a nigga head like you present
county i am that
only in my city riding maybach's
motivation, motivation, my niggas are dead
only location?
and thats to my daughter
i'm tryna make it your headquarters
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