Luyện nghe bài hát 21

Lary Over, Bang - 21

Bitches I cut off, they mine
Locked out of IG and I'm alive
How you come the fire and get fried?
Homie beg for a and he still died
Let that off, better lay low (Lay low)
This not a game, what you play (Play for)
He got in the way, got a (Halo)
He twenty-one, get a draco (Boom, paow, paow)

He twenty-one, get the LV (Gang, gang)
Gotta hop out the Porsche, you step in (Gang, gang)
nigga got colder, ain't flexin' (Gang, gang)
He holdin' that bitch with his left hand (Gang, gang)
Let bitch off, better lay low (Lay low)
This not a game, what you for? (Wah)
He got in the way, got a (El Guasón, bebé)
He twenty-one, get a draco (Gang, gang)

El draco lo' a bailar como TikTok (Jajajaja)
Se cuando escuchan el click-clack (Wuh)
Me meto las Perco Tic Tac
Y te matamo' mato la pista, eh (Prr, prr)
Tito Puente con lo'
Jefe de jefe', y Gonzalo (Uh)
que suba, él nunca me sale (Jajaja)
Quien me se caga en la Hollow, ¡rrr!
Dior, (Wuh), la .40 en el mahón
Fredo y metiendo presión
Y el que pillemo', ¡rra! (Jaja)
el azúcar como Celia Cruz (Cruz)
Mandamo' nosotro', baja la (Jajaja)
O si no te en el baúl (Wuh, wuh, wuh, wuh)
Y te la lu' (Pu, pu)

Bitches I cut off, they still
Locked out of IG and I'm still
How you come with the fire and get
beg for a truce and he still died
Let that off, better lay low (Lay low)
This not a game, what you for? (Play for)
He got in the way, got a (Halo)
He turned twenty-one, get a (Boom, paow, paow)

He twenty-one, get the LV (Gang, gang)
hop out the Porsche, you gon' step in (Gang, gang)
Lil' got colder, ain't flexin' (Gang, gang)
He been holdin' that with his left hand (Gang, gang)
Let that off, better lay low (Lay low)
This not a game, what you for? (Paow)
He got in the way, got a (Boom, boom)
He turned twenty-one, get a (Gang, gang)

I turned sixteen I was spinnin' (Gang)
I was out spinnin' with a perm'
Bang on my name, 'cause I
Nigga got cold on my (Yeah)
Got the drop on a nigga, learn 'em (Yeah)
'Fore the dirty, get my dirty
Bitches no prop, I know how to work
I ain't squashin' shit, I'm lay that
Got the in the bag, on my own like a purse, yeah
Droppin' the baggage and a thing
I was out and skatin' rain
Rap good but a got murder ?
Jesus with a Satan chain
sixteen, got a .9
Turned eighteen, got a (Case)
Twenty-one I was locked in a (Cell)
On parole, still with the drac' (Drac')

Bitches I cut off, they mine
out of IG and I'm still alive
How you come with the and get fried?
Homie beg for a truce and he still
Let bitch off, better lay low (Lay low)
This not a game, you play for? (Play for)
He got in the way, got a (Boom-boom, boom-boom)
He twenty-one, get a draco (Boom, paow, paow)

He twenty-one, get the LV (Gang, gang)
Gotta hop out the Porsche, you step in (Gang, gang)
nigga got colder, ain't flexin' (Gang, gang)
He been holdin' that bitch with his hand (Gang, gang)
Let that off, better lay low (Lay low)
This not a game, you play for? (Paow)
He got in the way, got a (Boom, boom)
He twenty-one, get a draco (Wuh)

El Guasón, (Boo, boo)
Dímelo,
Fredo
Frank Miami,
Wuh
Miami, yeh
Carbon Music
(Boo, boo)