Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Am

Uhh.. Welcome to
Paper planes, long
Welcome to the

Destinies fulfilled off the filling from the talking
How you killing my highs, I you built the coffin
I got virgin please excuse the coughing
Think I'm bout to blow, call me George from Boston
Respect is never so I confiscate it
Get acquainted mine I get them acclimated
Cherry red dice I'm a gambling man I'm taking twice
Had to the life
This ain't for ordinary people, compare me to rappers
I'm to be like The Beatles,
Give me some money, niggers is gassed up
Tell them to it running, I'm keeping the grass cut
No snakes, hating niggers don't get no pussy
So more for me, she invited me in her mouth
You know cordially, we throwin' racks, she said please don't talk to me
All my niggers is winning, shout out to Charlie
I bars the metronome's a money machine
A machine, of course I'm trying to be the king that was part of my dream
And wale told me fuck y'all so we yall, we don't love y'all
B.O.T. above y'all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call
We heard of that, and we aint hear of y'all

Doggin, Hard listen, mean muggin for when niggas don't see C's til they see the judges
Dark side of town, mama blues,
When drama ensues niggers Suh
Old ass defensive as boys,
Why you that bitch up if you cant tend it out boy
I'm a tenant my opinion is

I'm here forever, these other scribble in pencil
Got indelible colors, only look they're buzzing
I'm at Dallas with luggage flyin straight to the
And you don't understand my my colloquial is lovely
So they quote me and love me like I'm a or something
Hoe I kick it, I punt it like Roby or something
bitches'll feel me, Reggie Smokers disgust me
Make the least of you haters, make the most of money
Have that drive long as your motor's running

I used to up mama house by opening ovens
Now mama see that shit on Oprah and know that it's
real shit, it's bigger than rap, my n-gga Cole busy, but genius is back
I light up my spliff take a sip of my
Thinking back of the city weren't thinking of rap
They weren't of rap, they weren't giving a f-ck
Now I go they be giving it up
I it all from Barry Farms to Sursum Corders
They had that rocking like a that's word to Mike Shinoda
Shout out to captain and free my n-gga Ricky
We always pray for polo, we miss you Penny
We college, chase dollars and black pennies
Not in the kingdom of but it's mad semi's
bad bitches with bad intentions just act friendly

This where love you then they hate you, go and ask Fifty
Yeah, go and ask
They love you they hate you, go and ask fifty
Go and ask fenty, hating ass n-gga, sweeter sibling
Who got the juice ?
n-gga,
n-gga,
My... dont keep it deuce
work, work, work, work, work.