Luyện nghe bài hát 21

Lary Over, Bang - 21

Bitches I cut off, they mine
Locked out of IG and I'm still
How you come the fire and get fried?
beg for a truce and he still died
Let bitch off, better lay low (Lay low)
not a game, what you play for? (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 gon' in (Gang, gang)
Lil' nigga got colder, ain't (Gang, gang)
He been holdin' that with his left hand (Gang, gang)
Let bitch off, better lay low (Lay low)
This not a game, you play for? (Wah)
He got in the way, got a (El Guasón, bebé)
He turned twenty-one, get a (Gang, gang)

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

Bitches I cut off, they mine
out of IG and I'm still alive
How you come the fire and get fried?
beg for a truce and he still died
Let bitch off, better lay low (Lay low)
This not a game, you play for? (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)
Lil' nigga got colder, flexin' (Gang, gang)
He been holdin' that bitch his left hand (Gang, gang)
Let bitch off, better lay low (Lay low)
This not a game, what you play (Paow)
He got in the way, got a (Boom, boom)
He twenty-one, get a draco (Gang, gang)

When I turned I was spinnin' (Gang)
I was out here spinnin' with a
Bang on my name, 'cause I
Nigga got on my burner (Yeah)
Got the on a nigga, tryna learn 'em (Yeah)
'Fore the dirty, get my dirty
Bitches ain't no prop, I how to work
I ain't squashin' shit, I'm lay that
Got the Glock in the bag, on my own like a purse,
the baggage and became a thing
I was out spinnin' and skatin'
Rap good but a nigga got ?
Jesus piece a Satan chain
sixteen, got a .9
Turned eighteen, got a (Case)
I was locked in a cell (Cell)
On parole, ride with the drac' (Drac')

Bitches I cut off, they mine
out of IG and I'm still alive
How you come with the fire and get
Homie beg for a 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 (Boom-boom, boom-boom)
He turned twenty-one, get a (Boom, paow, paow)

He twenty-one, get the LV (Gang, gang)
Gotta hop out the Porsche, you gon' in (Gang, gang)
Lil' nigga got colder, 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, you play for? (Paow)
He got in the way, got a (Boom, boom)
He turned twenty-one, get a (Wuh)

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