Luyện nghe bài hát Simple Man [Explicit]

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Ayo I'm goin' places, Dior home lacin' on
And Lord me amazing thinking in short paces
Lay solo, flashy though I hate photos
Date four hoes, make her and make her moan though
charmer put armor by your baby mama
I hate to say it a later moment I warn ya
High roller, big
And my intentions to keep her on the sack, you just saks her
I'm different, this cat can react mad pimpish
I gathered a couple thousand, I can't remember
keep talkin' and we keep winning
Why niggas never say until police chalk em
Because of my bitch talkin', givin' her head, the streets will follow
I come from a place where niggas my age ain't placed to see
To each his own but of them is known to steal or rob you
So chances over populated but the seats in college
And those are the of problems, I speak to God he says I'm alright
My visions funny, 20-20's my hindsight
Bad bitches with me, niggas with me
Whole ghetto with me kettle with the simply
Like the sweet anguish, find your peace
I know the millions you get with a billion haters, yea

Forgive, I'm a
I'm just a simple man
All I is money, fuck the fame
I'm a man, lawd!

You know I'm a rider
Tell em a simple man
All I is money,fuck the fame
I'm a man, lawd!

I'm pickin' apart, my opponents, get in my zone
can't join us, so, these niggas done cloned us
Look at me close, see the results you see a nigga a
Cause all of the thats givin me grief also be given me bonus
Blow up in rap, young and you
Niggas Be blowin phone up
you don't, least you a homie, ho
Adult show cuz
If you get that, roll up
If you get that, no love
Every move you make go left
Every you like done got kids
And forget that had brought friends
Every jay you hit you vent
Every you got, got M.O's
I'm in a gang, even with a bitch
ball like small for a cold huh
Without the ate, where'd all the go?
thicker all my niggas, ain't the same though
I just came up, is you sayin' though
Gave the business my heart, it gave me the finger, nigga, yeah