Luyện nghe bài hát Multiply

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

[Interlude 1: J]
Yeah, it's boy Juicy J
Man you gotta out for these backstabbin' broke ass, jealous hatin' ass niggas man
Man these niggas no real niggas man, know what I'm sayin'?
Man these niggas be smilin' in face

[Verse 1: Rocky]
Back in the buildin', sold in the livin' room
Niggas toe-tagged, soaked for a livin'
Doo rag and Beretta, flagging it nigga
When your be with be the one to shoot at ya in a
to Harlem if you never seen Baghdad
First I seen a nigga sell crack at
Where the hustlers sleep, take cat naps
with the shotty limpin' like he got a bad back
Even in my will, keep it real, in my field
'Til the day I peel, keep it trill, anything I
Youngins trained to kill, aimin', bangin' steel and krill
She shake it all for Satan 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 mothaf*ckas better give me my props, word to Pac
We're the reason that these gettin' throwed
Reason why you niggas gold
Jail pose in the pictures, prayin' fingers to nose
I remember, if Pimp was alive tell these hoes and these niggas

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

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

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

[Verse 3: Rocky]
3, 6, suck a nigga no foreplay
All day, boomin' out the trap through the
up, Pretty Flacko Jodye
Tell these f*ck how you been
You can freshen our minds, niggas talk every now and then
On the style, gettin' styled 9 out of 10
(Y'all got f*cked up)
I'm the motherf*ckin' Lord of this shit
I deserve just to brag a bit?
Set the blueprint, f*ck two cents
Number 1 stunner, ask Tumblr if I'm
My motherf*ckin' is immaculate
I got enough style just to mack your bitch
I back to when Pac is packin' lint
It's like a nigga got rich on
Now back to
lie, killers never lie
Triggers on the by side, bet I'm down to ride
Prosper said ride to the sky, call it catastrophic
We ever die, we just multiply, bitch

[Outro: J]
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 what I'm sayin'