Luyện nghe bài hát Never Get It

Hat to tha
Lookin' like I'm lightin' up a bat for a
I'm stickin' to the script tryna kick it a punt
My life is a movie and I do my own stunts
I'm tha Birdman Jr. call me Young
Could've been a killer but Cash saved me
I was little but the cash money made me
Big dog bitch no tramp no
Young ass nigga had a for old ladies
But as I got older I began to 'em younga
To Heaven's where I her
My wing she was she say
they
Daddy
Daddy
Daddy
Daddy they can't do it you can
I get chips Vegas and I am not a Blue Man
Too ice on my wrist and now I got a blue hand
And if I sing "Prostitute" she gon' some new pants
And if I sing "Pussy Monster" she need a new man
Hello world I would you all to meet me a new man
Ha stay on top of ma summer like Susan and hustle




Everyday I'm
up my cup again
Where's that stuff again?
I get enough of it
Point me in the direction of a Swisha and I'm it
Wit' that stuff again
I'm on some same color
you do Wayne it's time to do Wayne's brothers bitch
I get money like a Wayans brother bitch
I get chill gurillas and stay away from the

And the
And the
And the
10 no cops in sight
And I'm comin' back wit' a whole tonight
Lord, let me get stopped tonight
Or I'ma have to shoot it out the cops tonight I swear
And tell the boys not tonight
Cuz I ain't N'Sync but I pop tonight
Yeah, that's right if you ain't got price then go
way,
way,
We can't negotiate
Big heavy weight
On my way to Heaven's
Hope it be them open
so appropriate
Don't associate me the bullshit
One wish, I wish a mothafucka trip
Like a engine I come from under the bitch
But now a nigga paper like a booklet
They ain't you wit' it
But now I took it and now
get it
get it
get it
get it
Never get it back yeah that's my
bling in the dictionary, yeah that's my word
And for me Ja baby just like Erve
Sometimes I still go through the hood to kiss ma curb
I love that block nigga Eagle and Apple
O.G.'s, Young G's, Bettles, and
But God me like a needle in a barrel
And I'm so ready for war cuz I'm a genius for the
Money on my mind, that's all I of
to the game, never takin' my ring off
M.O.B. yeah my theme song
Smokin' two L's, rockin' bells ding dong
I got my wings on
Flyer than the
I don't rest I keep
I just 'em like




Anyway it I'ma get dough
And I should see the top the way I'm climbin' pole
A wit' a flu ain't rhymin' this cold
And I'm hotter than a fire in a hole
Steppin' out my shower like a in a robe
these hoes
Iron in my hol...ster, syrup, purp.,
elevate
And get

And never
Dedicate this to the blue eyes and hair
I'm on top of my green a lawn chair
Don't worry I'm like arm hair
Don't worry I'm straight like combed
This world fucked my pops and I was born
From tha cell to the jet it Con Air
I told my niggas we will see better days

And is a better day