Luyện nghe bài hát Riesling, Rolling Papers

This is why they f-ck with me: right the head
I tell em I gotta leave I'm trying to stay sucker-free
They say I'm a dog, well that them a f-cking flea
And now I why their ass is so stuck on me
Luckily, I be feeling in my bucket seats
Motivation: my coupe cost a buck 03
Mind of a player: you could suck a D
I'ma my goal and you ain't gon take this puck from me
Loso in my Stanley Cup
You could say whatever, just bring the family up
Who f-ck with me? Everybody hand be up
But when we set the date, bet these stand me up
I'm to earth like gravity, but man we up
Women get around me and cannot keep their panties up
Your boy drop jewels, you niggas should up
is food for thought, you bitches fill the pantry up
As I get older, I be at what rap breeds:
A bunch of up niggas who can wrap weed
And I ain't saying I"m exactly what rap
I'm just a swagged-out nigga in a
a 3-year old, that I'm trying to be here for
Road to the riches, and my gift is my
And I ain't even talking about that Martin
though I bought that for my birthday
The lines I come up, pass the margin
Yeah, I write my best on my worst day
And that's the shit that you richer
Turn a negative into a get the picture?
say I changed; it's not me, it's the money
It's the middle of the winter but they got me where it's
And I'm not just being funny, I know no way
Let's just finish up Riesling and roll another J