Luyện nghe bài hát Multiply

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

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

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

A$AP Rocky]
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 niggas die, fake gon' multiply
When the real niggas die, niggas gon' multiply
When all the real niggas die, fake niggas gon'
But if the real niggas live, f*ck niggas multiply

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

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

[Verse 3: Rocky]
3, 6, a nigga dick no foreplay
All day, boomin' out the through the hallway
Slow up, Flacko Jodye
Tell these f*ck how you been
You can freshen our minds, niggas down every now and then
On the style, gettin' 9 times out of 10
(Y'all got Flacko up)
I'm the motherf*ckin' Lord of this fashion
Don't I deserve just to brag a
Set the blueprint, f*ck your two
Number 1 stunner, ask Tumblr if I'm
My swag is immaculate
I got enough style just to mack your bitch
I think back to Pac is packin' lint
It's like a nigga got rich on
Now back to
Bitches lie, killers lie
on the side by side, bet I'm down to ride
Prosper let's ride to the sky, call it catastrophic
We don't die, we just multiply, bitch

Juicy J]
Fake ass niggas, you know what I'm sayin', 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'