Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Am

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

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

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

I'm here forever, these niggers scribble in pencil
Got indelible colors, only look when they're
I'm at Dallas with flyin straight to the money
And you don't understand my slang my is lovely
So they quote me and love me I'm a poet or something
Hoe I kick it, I punt it Reggie Roby or something
Shady feel 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 mama by opening ovens
Now mama see that shit on Oprah and know that it's
That's real shit, it's bigger than rap, my n-gga Cole busy, but is back
I light up my spliff take a sip of my
back of when the city weren't thinking 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 Farms to Sursum Corders
They had that rocking like a Park that's word to Mike
Shout out to captain Ginnny and free my Ricky
We pray for polo, we miss you little Penny
We skip college, chase dollars and pennies
Not in the kingdom of Zamunda but it's mad
Where bad bitches with bad intentions just act

This where they love you then hate you, go and ask Fifty
Yeah, go and ask
They you then 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.