Luyện nghe bài hát Multiply

[Intro: A$AP
F*ck gon' multiply
the real niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply
'Fore the real niggas live, f*ck niggas multiply
niggas won't multiply
F*ck niggas multiply
Igh, igh-igh-igh, igh-igh, igh-igh, igh

[Interlude 1: J]
Yeah, it's boy Juicy J
Man you watch out for these backstabbin' broke ass, jealous hatin' ass niggas man
Man these niggas ain't no real niggas man, know I'm sayin'?
Man niggas be smilin' in your face

[Verse 1: Rocky]
Back in the buildin', sold crack in the room
Niggas toe-tagged, soaked gats for a
Doo rag and Beretta, blue it nigga
When your be with be the one to shoot at ya in a
to Harlem if you never seen Baghdad
First place I a nigga sell crack at
Where the don't sleep, take cat naps
Shorty with the shotty like he got a bad back
Even in my will, it real, thuggin' in my field
'Til the day I peel, keep it trill, anything I
Youngins trained to kill, aimin', bangin' and slangin' krill
She shake it all for Satan just to paint her nails and pay her
I ain't really f*ckin' with that Trill
Swear them booty like Tip Drill
Nah I ain't into throwin' shots
But these mothaf*ckas better give me my props, to Pac
We're the reason that niggas gettin' throwed
Reason why you wearin' gold
Jail pose in the pictures, prayin' to your nose
I remember, if Pimp was alive he'd tell these hoes and niggas

[Hook: A$AP
Even in my will, keep it trill, to the day I
in my will, keep it trill, to the day I peel
Even in my will, keep it trill, to the day I
Even in my will, it trill, to the day I...
When the real die, fake niggas gon' multiply
When the real niggas die, fake niggas gon'
When all the real niggas die, fake niggas multiply
But if the real niggas live, f*ck niggas won't

[Interlude 2: Rocky]
I'm the original Balmain badass,
I'm the Margiela madman, in the words of A$AP Yams
Smack the shit out a nigga in skinny pants, feel me?
Don't get it f*cked up, nigga, we been jiggy, been
Still tell a suck my dick, swag swag nigga

[Verse 2: Rocky]
F*ck with a nigga like me, RIP my Pimp C
HBA shit is weak, you can keep
Shit, I f*ck around and bring the Jeep back
No on it, flexin' with the seat back
B-Boy with the G pack, might f*ck around and bring the mink
to Big Boi and 3 Stacks, nigga
If you deaf bring the beat back,
F*ck with a nigga me, RIP my nigga Pimp C
HBA is weak, you can keep that
I'm a trend setter, you ain't even peep
the hoes, where the weed, where the G's at?
F*ck the FCC, tell 'em that
(We ain't no fashion killas nigga, we fashionable
got Flacko)

[Verse 3: A$AP
3, 6, suck a dick no foreplay
All day, boomin' out the trap through the
Slow up, Pretty Flacko
these f*ck niggas how you been
You can freshen our minds, niggas talk down every now and
On the style, gettin' 9 times out of 10
(Y'all got f*cked up)
I'm the motherf*ckin' Lord of this fashion
Don't I deserve just to a bit?
Set the blueprint, your two cents
Number 1 stunner, ask if I'm accurate
My motherf*ckin' is immaculate
Plus I got style just to mack your bitch
I think back to Pac is packin' lint
It's a nigga got rich on accident
Now to Pimp
Bitches lie, never lie
Triggers on the side by side, bet I'm down to
Prosper let's ride to the sky, call it catastrophic
We don't ever die, we multiply, bitch

[Outro: J]
Fake ass niggas, you know I'm sayin', these niggas be out here talkin' 'bout they a street nigga and shit, man niggas be gettin' it distorted like a mothaf*cka out here man, you know what I'm sayin'