Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Knows

sick and tired of being sick and
muthaf-ck them niggas be the state of mind
got haters on the job like it's a 9 to 5
money, mind ya business and stay out of mine
50 thousands for this homie
i die tonight just my jewelry to the ceremony
knows i be shittin' on 'em
hottest since that weather out in arizona
sleeping on me hope you choke and fall a coma
smell the frangrance know the be the new aroma
i'm just spazzing out, denims carry large
got them throwin' pussy what the asses out
true story, new
money taller than a two story
real niggas countin money, gets boring
year i made a million of the state touring
fuck boys, know what you talking
i run my own team, aint no for mascots
look around, peep at the winners
we the niggas touching paper like a social
plus them pistols keep them shells like a turtle
rubber, cus these spanish bitches so fertile
lord i be going hard

rip my nigga daniel, remember that
long nights, before rap shit
i was thinking moving keys like a
no sir, the
them crackers dirty, i just hope you ya name clear
waiting for a nigga, trippin' i stand still
i aint trippin' i just still
lord knows i'm stressed out
walking through these roadblocks my chest out
damn, 23 and made a million
fucking put a quarter million dollars round a
couple to cop a phantom i aint talking opera
sya my flow sick i should see a fucking doctor
real niggas in ya
chopper raise a nigga head like you
broward county i am
only nigga in my city maybach's
motivation, motivation, my niggas are dead
they only
and thats to my daughter
i'm tryna make it your headquarters
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