Luyện nghe bài hát Alive

[Verse 1: Lil
Wake up in the mornin' feelin'
God must be really on my
Got the baddest up by my side
Cash make the pussy alive
Everybody know I set the
Bet I'll steal your like it's a crime
All my come from doin' time
Hands in the air, we

[Chorus: Lil
God that I'm alive (woo)
I've been poppin' all my (woo)
It's like my birthday night (woo)
been poppin' all my life (woo)
Thank God I'm alive (woo)
been poppin' all my life (woo)
It's like my birthday night (woo)
I've poppin' all my life (woo)
Thank God I'm alive (woo)

[Verse 2: Offset & Lil
Offset!
Ooh, the Lord I'm alive (God)
Your diamonds not lookin' (dead)
truck swervin', it's wide (skrrt)
Heard you be to 12 (who?)
But I do not fuck them guys (no)
time I seen me a bale (bale)
I thought it was in my eyes (yes)
The coupe all red (ooh)
Duplex, outside (ooh)
We not feelin' your (yeah)
played out, retired (retired)
Niggas out here ain't (nah)
Two-door coupe, no (skrrt, skrrt)
on the back of my shoe (spikes)
You got more than who? (Who?)
Christian on my boo (Dior)
Real niggas salute (salute)
in that like the juice (drip)
Molly with the Henny (ooh)
You're lookin' at the group (who?)
I'm lookin' at the boobs (ooh)
Lookin' at the diamonds
That I put up in my mama's hula (boogers)
You really out of style now (style)
Bitches need to bow down (bow)
Migo Gang is a cow
Lay down the track, get the out (woo)
Handguns and the out
It's for the birds, take a bath now (brrr)
cookie, 'bout to pass out (cookie)
Come to the Nawf, got the out

Lil Jon]
Thank God that I'm (woo)
I've been poppin' all my (woo)
It's my birthday every night (woo)
I've been poppin' all my (woo)
Thank God I'm alive (woo)
I've poppin' all my life (woo)
It's like my birthday every (woo)
been poppin' all my life (woo)
Thank God I'm alive (woo)

3: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, yeah, 2 Chainz!
Rick James, show titties, it's a celebration
Stuntin', I wore a mink to my (yeah)
F-F-Fuck the world, I think ovulatin' (okay)
If you gettin' money, what's your occupation? (Tell 'em)
my DNA, the A and K'll wet ya, boy
Woo! I think I'm carryin' a Boy
A lot of flavor, boy, I'm all my paper, boy (paper)
Went to L.A. and to smoke an acre, boy (loud)
Can't to noise, bumpin' like a canker sore (bump)
I her,