Luyện nghe bài hát Til We Die

I got I signed
You wanna hop in, bitch on
Just have to have your wide
If you know you plan on coming on
On for you..
And if you think were stop
Thats just
My fingers in the sky
fuck a hater til the day a nigga die

Yea, I got em yellin Oh God,
Presence fresh, your rise, sharp Tom Ford
G4s, I charter private Concords
And she through the sky like missiles when dodge ball
them bottles with the booze
Smell and stink like old money buried in the tomb
When you think we funny, certain niggas wanna watch em
When it comes to money Im a nose fragrance, watch the flower
When it to bread, yall niggas know its me
I articulate beautiful a poetry
bring me that paper just like they owing threes
Chip em a revenue, God bless my
Listen , thats why your and your highness
celebratin success and sippin on the finestExplain
Most you motherfuckers to learn to stand behind us
When we and dismantle you niggas quick and leave you spineless
But thats for you to us

I got whatever I
You wanna hop in, bitch on
Just have to have your mouth
If you know you plan on coming on
On for you..
And if you think were stop
Thats just
My fingers in the sky
fuck a hater til the day a nigga die

She see me stackin cheese in my saggy
Silver and Sela, smokin leaf
Yellow piece, I still feed the streets
Im getting score, that seats
Riders at the top, get on em
Set a bottle off, you can ride if you
My money mandatory, slippy deposits look
green, Maserati with a body kit
Dead presidents, got my on the blim
Fast in the based on a tip
innocent, the state attorney want a grip
Ive got enough, get puff, I could make a flip
Fuck the charge for me to top the Forbes list
Im a fat boy, I but em on that poor
You see money? Im touchin mine
Its Rosay, Songz, Busta Rhymes
I got whatever I
You wanna hop in, comin on
have to have your mouth wide
If you know you plan on coming on
On for you..
And if you think were gonna
just absurd
My fingers in the sky
fuck a hater til the day a nigga die
Hand on my while giving thanks and continued bustin these bottles open
the time, securin lanes, gurkin forgot smokin
Controllin every room when I enter there start
Undecided on what to drive, think the garage is
As we do the
It seems successfully a thought and livin out the dream
an unforgettable mark of mud
I be in it like adding a chapter to the with my blood, listen
Every day is a weekend
Like we never give a fuck, celebratin for no
A convoy full of trucks, no question, we all eatin
Then its silence when I talk like Im hearin the speakin now
As they complain my ways
Cuz Ill be grindin, never sleepin just be on for days
Be fuckin every model, every weed in out the
And then Im bouncin that slowly totin on the haze
Then we pass this to Trey

I got I signed
You wanna hop in, comin on
Just have to your mouth wide
If you that you plan on coming on
On for you..
And if you think were gonna
Thats just
My little in the sky
Screamin fuck a til the day a nigga die