Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Knows

sick and tired of sick and tired
muthaf-ck them other be the state of mind
got them on the job like it's a 9 to 5
getting money, mind ya business and out of mine
50 thousands for rolly homie
i die tonight just bring my jewelry to the
lord knows i be on 'em
hottest nigga since that out in arizona
sleeping on me hope you choke and into a coma
smell the frangrance the money be the new aroma
i'm spazzing out, denims carry large amounts
got them bitches throwin' pussy what the out
true story, new
money stacking than a two story
real niggas countin money, never gets
last year i made a million of the touring
boys, know what you talking bout
i run my own team, aint no for mascots
around, peep at the winners circle
we the niggas touching like a social worker
plus them pistols them shells like a ninja turtle
wear rubber, cus spanish bitches so fertile
lord knows i be hard

rip my nigga daniel, remember garage
long nights, before rap shit
i was thinking moving keys a locksmith
no sir, the
them dirty, i just hope you keep ya name clear
for a nigga, trippin' i just stand still
i aint trippin' i just still
lord that i'm stressed out
walking these roadblocks with my chest out
damn, 23 and made a million
fucking put a quarter million round a collar
more to cop a phantom i aint talking opera
they sya my flow sick i see a fucking doctor
niggas in ya presence
chopper raise a head like you present
broward i am that
only nigga in my riding maybach's
motivation, motivation, my niggas fans are
they location?
and word to my daughter
i'm just tryna make it your
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