Luyện nghe bài hát Multiply

[Intro: A$AP
F*ck gon' multiply
'Fore the real niggas die, fake gon' multiply
the real niggas live, f*ck niggas won't multiply
F*ck won't multiply
niggas won't multiply
Igh, igh-igh-igh, igh-igh, igh-igh, igh

[Interlude 1: J]
Yeah, it's your boy J
Man you gotta watch out for these backstabbin' broke ass, jealous ass niggas man
Man these niggas ain't no real niggas man, what I'm sayin'?
Man these niggas be in your face

[Verse 1: Rocky]
Back in the buildin', sold in the livin' room
Niggas toe-tagged, gats for a livin'
Doo rag and Beretta, flagging it nigga
When your be be the one to shoot at ya in a minute
Come to Harlem if you never Baghdad
First I seen a nigga sell crack at
the hustlers don't sleep, take cat naps
Shorty with the shotty limpin' he got a bad back
Even in my will, keep it real, thuggin' in my
'Til the day I peel, keep it trill, I feel
Youngins to kill, aimin', bangin' steel and slangin' krill
She shake it all for just to paint her nails and pay her bills
I really f*ckin' with that Been Trill
them niggas booty like Tip Drill
Nah I ain't really throwin' shots
But these better give me my props, word to Pac
We're the reason that these gettin' throwed
Reason why you wearin' gold
Jail pose in the pictures, prayin' fingers to your
I remember, if Pimp was alive he'd tell hoes and these niggas

A$AP Rocky]
Even in my will, keep it trill, to the day I
in my will, keep it trill, to the day I peel
Even in my will, it trill, to the day I peel
in my will, keep it trill, to the day I...
When the real die, fake niggas gon' multiply
When the real die, fake niggas gon' multiply
When all the real niggas die, fake gon' multiply
But if the niggas live, f*ck niggas won't multiply

2: A$AP Rocky]
I'm the Balmain badass, nigga
I'm the original Margiela madman, in the words of A$AP
Smack the out a nigga in these skinny pants, feel me?
Don't get it f*cked up, nigga, we been jiggy, pretty
tell a bitch suck my dick, swag swag nigga

[Verse 2: A$AP
F*ck with a like me, RIP my nigga Pimp C
HBA is weak, you can keep that
Shit, I might around and bring the Jeep back
No doors on it, flexin' the seat back
B-Boy with the G pack, might f*ck around and bring the back
to Big Boi and 3 Stacks, nigga
If you deaf the beat back, nigga
F*ck with a nigga like me, RIP my nigga C
HBA shit is weak, you can that
I'm a trend setter, you ain't peep that
Where the hoes, where the weed, the G's at?
the FCC, tell 'em bleep that
(We ain't no killas nigga, we fashionable killas
got Flacko)

[Verse 3: A$AP
3, 6, suck a nigga dick no
All day, boomin' out the through the hallway
up, Pretty Flacko Jodye
Tell these f*ck niggas how you
You can our minds, niggas talk down every now and then
On the style, styled 9 times out of 10
(Y'all got Flacko up)
I'm the motherf*ckin' Lord of this shit
Don't I deserve to brag a bit?
Set the blueprint, f*ck your two
Number 1 stunner, ask Tumblr if I'm
My motherf*ckin' swag is
Plus I got enough style just to your bitch
I think back to when Pac is packin'
It's a nigga got rich on accident
Now to Pimp
Bitches lie, never lie
on the side by side, bet I'm down to ride
Prosper said let's ride to the sky, it catastrophic
We ever die, we just multiply, bitch

[Outro: J]
Fake ass niggas, you know what I'm sayin', these niggas be out here talkin' 'bout they a street nigga and shit, man niggas be gettin' it distorted like a mothaf*cka out here man, you know I'm sayin'