Luyện nghe bài hát Til We Die

I got I signed
You hop in, bitch comin on
have to have your mouth wide
If you know that you plan on on
On for you..
And if you think gonna stop
just absurd
My fingers in the sky
Screamin a hater til the day a nigga die

Yea, I got em yellin Oh God,
fresh, your neck rise, sharp Tom Ford
Fuck G4s, I charter Concords
And she through the sky like when they dodge ball
Toast them with the booze
Smell and stink old money buried in the kings tomb
When you think we smell funny, certain niggas wanna em
When it comes to money Im a nose fragrance, the flower blossom
When it comes to bread, yall know its me
I articulate like a poetry
Hoes bring me that paper like they owing threes
Chip em a revenue, God my rosaries
, thats why your witness and your highness
Were celebratin success and sippin on the
Most you motherfuckers need to learn to behind us
When we come and dismantle you niggas quick and you spineless
But for you to dodge us

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

She see me stackin in my saggy sheets
and Sela, smokin lavender leaf
Yellow Jesus piece, I feed the streets
Im getting score, that Ferrari
Riders at the top, get on em
Set a bottle off, you can if you wanna
My money mandatory, slippy what look
Money green, Maserati a body kit
Dead presidents, got my name on the
in the residence based on a tip
Playin innocent, the state want a grip
Ive got enough, get with puff, I could make a
the charge down for me to top the Forbes list
Im a fat boy, I but em on that poor
You see that Im touchin mine
Its Rosay, Trey Songz, Rhymes
I got whatever I
You wanna hop in, comin on
Just have to have your wide
If you that you plan on coming on
On for you..
And if you think were gonna
Thats absurd
My little in the sky
Screamin fuck a til the day a nigga die
Hand on my heart while thanks and continued bustin these bottles open
the time, securin lanes, gurkin forgot smokin
Controllin room when I enter there start toastin
Undecided on to drive, think the garage is open
As we do the
It successfully manifestin a thought and livin out the dream
an unforgettable mark of mud
I be in it like a chapter to the Bible with my blood, listen
Every day is like a
we never give a fuck, celebratin for no reason
A convoy full of trucks, no question, we all eatin
Then its silence when I talk like Im hearin the speakin now
As complain about my ways
Cuz Ill be grindin, never sleepin just be ballin on for
Be fuckin every model, every in out the strays
And then Im that Bugatti slowly totin on the haze
Then we this shit to Trey

I got whatever I
You hop in, bitch comin on
Just have to have your wide
If you know that you plan on on
On for you..
And if you think were gonna
Thats just
My fingers in the sky
Screamin a hater til the day a nigga die