Luyện nghe bài hát 10 Pints

(Intro)
Everyday ten
Ten thou', ten
Everyday ten
Ten thou', ten
ten thou'
Ten everyday
Ten

(Hook)
Ten pints in my backpack, ten pounds in the
Ten hoes in the backseat and they all to get fucked
Ten pints in my backpack, ten in the trunk
Ten hoes in the backseat, backseat,

(Verse)
90s flow, mid tho, catch us crawling in Caddy
he go, smokin' dope, man I swear it came from Pappy
Ab-Soul, so you know, don't be acting
West Side, Del Amo, I got it tatted on my
Spirit tho, ten hoes, in the CTS
Mando, up, that molly might make them undress
Oh fo' sure, Solo ho­e, minus E and add the
Three eyes to the third, in the thirty-three
Holy shit, who is this? They call me the God
Perform miracles and shit, I turn into lean
Man I'm always gettin' shaded cuz I 'round sum' trees
Man I'm always gettin' faded but no fo' me

(Hook)
Ten pints in my backpack, ten in the trunk
Ten hoes in the backseat and they all tryin' to get
Ten in my backpack, ten pounds in the trunk
Ten hoes in the backseat and all tryin' to have fun
Don't stop! (Can you fit ten hoes in backseat?!)
Made all them lap up, say what
(You made all women lap up)
Yup, ten hoes in the backseat and they asking me fo' them
I got ten pounds in the trunk, ten pints in my

(Verse 2)
I made ten racks off ten to 4z, I spit crack, need ten a
Keep bad chicks with skin exposed, my hoes ? than winter clothes
Ten deep so they finna roll, gon' lap up, girl, sum' space
Ten pints in my backpack, more than a naval base
I stole a 6, I'ma drink an eight, the other deuce, I'm gon it
I know these dudes hate it when they hear me on their boo's playlist
It's Young Fresh and my dues paid, pair of cool greys
And I keep pounds on me, I'm in the UK
I'm on point like Jeremy Lin, and I'm repping H-Town
Soon as all of her girls is in, I made 'em bust it Greyhound
That's right, I'm a man, ho, cannot stand Short
No matta if made by Gucci, Louis V or ?

(Hook)
Ten in my backpack, ten pounds in the trunk
Ten hoes in the and they all tryin' to get fucked
Ten pints in my backpack, ten pounds in the
Ten hoes in the backseat and they all tryin' to fun
stop! (Can you fit ten hoes in your backseat?!)
Made all them lap up, say what
(You all them women lap up)
Yup, ten hoes in the backseat and asking me fo' them drugs
I got ten pounds in the trunk, ten pints in my

(Verse 3)
Ten mil' in my pocket, twenty thou' on these rap watches
Talking money, nah obnoxious, fuck these hoes, pass chronic
Came thru, easily, Ab-Soul the new
Talking shit, leave him be, I'm chiefing weed, watching
Eatin' 5 star in my home
My crib look like Johnny Depp's in
Got a cast around my arm, but I'm smacking rappers
Don't fuck these bars, no homie, that's disaster
on a couple million
Will please give them sum' fucking Cinnabon
You talking but where your facts at?
Bitch I got ten in my backpack

(Hook)
Ten pints in my backpack, ten in the trunk
Ten hoes in the backseat and they all to get fucked
Ten pints in my backpack, ten pounds in the
Ten hoes in the and they all tryin' to have fun
Don't stop! (Can you fit ten in your backseat?!)
Made all bitches lap up, say what
(You all them women lap up)
Yup, ten hoes in the backseat and they asking me fo' drugs
I got ten pounds in the trunk, ten in my backpack

(Intro/Outro)
ten thou'
Ten thou', ten
ten thou'
Ten thou', ten
ten thou'
Ten everyday
Ten