Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Am

Uhh.. Welcome to
Paper planes, flights
Welcome to the

Destinies fulfilled off the from the pillow talking
How you killing my highs, I hope you the coffin
I got virgin lungs excuse the coughing
I'm bout to blow, they call me George from Boston
Respect is given so I confiscate it
Get with mine I get them acclimated
Cherry red dice I'm a gambling man I'm never taking
Had to the life
This ain't for people, don't compare me to rappers
I'm trying to be The Beatles,
Give me some money, niggers is gassed up
them to keep it running, I'm keeping the grass cut
No snakes, royalty hating don't get no pussy
So more for me, she invited me in her mouth
You know it's cordially, we throwin' racks, she said don't talk to me
All my niggers is winning, shout out to Sheen
I spit bars the metronome's a machine
A money machine, of course I'm trying to be the that was part of my dream
And wale told me y'all so we fuck yall, we don't love y'all
Loud B.O.T. above y'all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last
We heard of that, and we aint hear of y'all

Doggin, Hard listen, mean muggin for when niggas don't see their C's til see the judges
Dark side of town, baby blues,
drama ensues niggers Ndomakong Suh
Old ass defensive as boys,
Why you knock that up if you cant tend it out boy
I'm a tenant my is monumental

I'm here forever, these other niggers in pencil
Got indelible colors, only look when buzzing
I'm at with luggage flyin straight to the money
And you understand my slang my colloquial is lovely
So they me and love me like I'm a poet or something
Hoe I kick it, I punt it like Reggie or something
Shady bitches'll me, Reggie Smokers disgust me
Make the least of you haters, make the of your money
Have that consistent long as your motor's running

I used to heat up house by opening ovens
Now mama see shit on Oprah and know that it's coming
That's real shit, it's bigger than rap, my n-gga busy, but genius is back
I up my spliff take a sip of my yack
Thinking back of when the city weren't of rap
They weren't thinking of rap, they giving a f-ck
Now everywhere I go be giving it up
I seen it all from Barry to Sursum Corders
They had that rocking like a that's word to Mike Shinoda
Shout out to captain Ginnny and free my n-gga
We pray for polo, we miss you little Penny
We skip college, chase dollars and pennies
Not in the kingdom of Zamunda but mad semi's
bad bitches with bad intentions just act friendly

This they love you then they hate you, go and ask Fifty
Yeah, go and ask
They love you they hate you, go and ask fifty
Go and ask fenty, ass n-gga, sweeter than sibling
Who got the juice ?
n-gga,
n-gga,
My... dont keep it nigga
work, work, work, work, work.