Luyện nghe bài hát Alive

[Verse 1: Lil
up in the mornin' feelin' live
God must be on my side
Got the baddest up by my side
Cash make the come alive
Everybody know I set the
Bet steal your bitch like it's a crime
All my come from doin' time
in the air, we testify

[Chorus: Lil
Thank God that I'm (woo)
I've been all my life (woo)
It's like my birthday every (woo)
I've been poppin' all my (woo)
God that I'm alive (woo)
I've been poppin' all my (woo)
It's like my birthday night (woo)
I've been all my life (woo)
Thank God I'm alive (woo)

[Verse 2: Offset & Lil
Offset!
Ooh, the Lord I'm alive (God)
diamonds not lookin' alive (dead)
Bentley swervin', it's wide (skrrt)
Heard you be to 12 (who?)
But I do not fuck with guys (no)
First time I me a bale (bale)
I it was gold in my eyes (yes)
The all red inside (ooh)
Duplex, shawty (ooh)
We not feelin' vibe (yeah)
Nigga played out, (retired)
Niggas out ain't true (nah)
Two-door coupe, no (skrrt, skrrt)
on the back of my shoe (spikes)
You got more money than (Who?)
Dior on my boo (Dior)
Real niggas salute (salute)
Drip in like the juice (drip)
Molly the Henny boost (ooh)
You're at the biggest group (who?)
I'm lookin' at the biggest (ooh)
Lookin' at the diamonds
That I put up in my mama's hula (boogers)
You really out of style now (style)
really need to bow down (bow)
Migo is a cash cow
Lay the track, get the bags out (woo)
and the mags out
It's time for the birds, a bath now (brrr)
cookie, 'bout to pass out (cookie)
Come to the Nawf, got the out

Lil Jon]
Thank God that I'm (woo)
I've poppin' all my life (woo)
It's my birthday every night (woo)
I've poppin' all my life (woo)
God that I'm alive (woo)
I've poppin' all my life (woo)
like my birthday every night (woo)
I've been all my life (woo)
God that I'm alive (woo)

[Verse 3: 2
Yeah, yeah, 2 Chainz!
Rick James, show your titties, a celebration
Stuntin', I wore a mink to my (yeah)
the world, I think it's ovulatin' (okay)
If you ain't money, what's your occupation? (Tell 'em)
Check my DNA, the A and wet ya, boy
Woo! I think I'm carryin' a Boy
A lot of flavor, boy, I'm all my paper, boy (paper)
to L.A. and tried to smoke an acre, boy (loud)
Can't relate to noise, bumpin' a canker sore (bump)
I her,