Luyện nghe bài hát Work For It

DJ Khaled!

Make me give up everything I for
You make me give up everything I worked for
Sunday, you ain't go to though
I still you, but you know what come first though
Make me up everything I worked for
You make me give up everything I worked for
Sunday, that's what pray to church for
You gon' make me up everything I worked for

You gon' get Rollie off the wrist, yeah
You gon' have my phone of all your pics, yeah
You have me flying in and out of town
You said you've been losing weight and dropping
Damn, I I'm 'bout to leave the one I'm with
Start a new relationship you, this is what you do
I had you after twelve but you came after at two
I could have I'd want but I still want you
That's the
I'm not into the sentimentals
me and you behind the tinted windows
While you all these innuendos
We just fuck up all the incidentals at the SLS
That's LA confidential, show me everything that you've through
We only do we meant to like, woah
This that titties on the glass, pull the curtains
This that fuck you in the air, no dick
This that call his ass right now, say you're him
This that call him we fucking so he heard the shit

Make me give up everything I for
You gon' make me give up I worked for
Sunday, you ain't go to church
I still bless you, but you know what first though
Make me up everything I worked for
You make me give up everything I worked for
Sunday, that's what they pray to for
You gon' make me up everything I worked for

Money stalking me, its like the talk to me
So if you ain't 'bout money then don't talk to me (shh)
I work with boys, I keep a fork on me, (skrt)
I'm in my top but won't let you get the drop on me (catch up)
I keep the yop on me and trouble seems to me
I take my pistol to the mall, my shop with me
That bitch is jockin' me, and niggas admire me
Yeah, but I'm a of the streets so they won't hire me

Can't let you play me off the streets you I got kids
And more major keys a locksmith
I could teach you how to rock this
My bed was a on the carpet
My was a bus named MARTA
Pillow of Estee Lauder
Nigga, I'm to a charger
Nothing but foreign in my garage, ah

me give up everything I worked for
You gon' me give up everything I worked for
Sunday, you ain't go to though
I still bless you, but you what come first though
Make me give up I worked for
You gon' make me up everything I worked for
Sunday, that's what pray to church for
You gon' me give up everything I worked for

I'm takin' risks, she pills, takin' pics
Day job job, Jamaican shit
I stick to the basics, not a bitch
You deserve a young young
speeding up your respiratory
Treat these others hoes
I even cheat with my secretary
Faithful to you even when I'm on
if I'm on a different coast
I'mma make you feel close, mama
I'm addicted to ass and titties
When you dance the bedroom to Magic City
Got my ass throwing hundreds,
Outta thin air, thats magic tricking
I you to the Caribbean
Make your mind as clear as the water you in
In and out bitch like we amphibians
I won't change you up season for another chick like they did Aunt Vivian
I'mma put you on the businesses, divy up the dividends
I'mma show you the fuck commitment is, baby
Make me give up everything I for
You make me give
Girl you make me wanna the one I'm with
Start a new relationship with you, this like déjà vu

Make me give up everything I for
You gon' make me give up I worked for
Sunday, you got to church though
I still bless you but you what first though
Make me give up everything I for
You gon' make me give up I worked for
Sunday, that's they pray to church for
You gon' make me give up I worked for