Luyện nghe bài hát Work for It [Explicit]

DJ Khaled!

Make me up everything I worked for
You gon' make me give up everything I for
Sunday, you ain't go to though
I still bless you, but you know what come though
Make me give up I worked for
You gon' me give up everything I worked for
Sunday, that's what they pray to for
You gon' me give up everything I worked for

You gon' get this Rollie off the wrist,
You gon' have my phone of all your pics, yeah
You gon' have me in and out of town
You said you've losing weight and dropping pounds
Damn, I think I'm 'bout to leave the one I'm
Start a new relationship with you, this is you do
I had you after twelve but you right after at two
I could anything I'd want but I still want you
the truth
I'm not into the sentimentals
me and you behind the tinted windows
While you throwing all these
We just fuck up all the incidentals at the SLS
That's LA confidential, show me that you've been through
We only do we meant to like, woah
that titties on the glass, pull the curtains shit
This that fuck you in the air, no service
This call his ass right now, say you're deserting him
This that call him while we fucking so he heard the

me give up everything I worked for
You gon' me give up everything I worked for
Sunday, you ain't go to though
I still bless you, but you know what come first
me give up everything I worked for
You gon' make me up everything I worked for
Sunday, what they pray to church for
You gon' me give up everything I worked for

Money me, its like the money talk to me
So if you ain't talking 'bout money don't talk to me (shh)
I with dope boys, I keep a fork on me, (skrt)
I'm in my drop top but let you get the drop on me (catch up)
I keep the yop on me and trouble to follow me
I take my to the mall, my pistol shop with me
That bitch is me, and young niggas admire me
Yeah, but I'm a of the streets so they won't hire me

Can't let you me off the streets you know I got kids
And more major keys than a
I could teach you niggas how to this
My bed was a pallet on the
My was a bus named MARTA
Pillow full of Estee
Nigga, I'm to a charger
Nothing but cars in my garage, ah

Make me up everything I worked for
You gon' make me give up everything I for
Sunday, you ain't go to church
I still you, but you know what come first though
me give up everything I worked for
You make me give up everything I worked for
Sunday, that's what they pray to for
You gon' make me give up I worked for

I'm risks, she takin' pills, takin' pics
Day job job, Jamaican shit
I to the basics, not a basic bitch
You deserve a young young
Heartthrob up your respiratory
Treat others hoes secondary
I couldn't even cheat with my
Faithful to you even when I'm on
if I'm on a different coast
I'mma still make you close, mama
I'm addicted to ass and titties
When you dance the bedroom to Magic City
Got my ass hundreds, fifties
thin air, yeah thats magic tricking
I you to the Caribbean
Make your as clear as the water you swimming in
In and out that bitch we amphibians
I won't change you up next for another chick like they did Aunt Vivian
I'mma put you on the businesses, divy up the dividends
I'mma show you the fuck commitment is, baby
me give up everything I worked for
You gon' me give
Girl you make me wanna leave the one I'm
a new relationship with you, this feel like déjà vu

Make me give up everything I for
You gon' make me up everything I worked for
Sunday, you ain't got to church
I still bless you but you what first though
Make me up everything I worked for
You gon' make me give up everything I for
Sunday, that's what pray to church for
You gon' make me up everything I worked for