Luyện nghe bài hát 21

Lary Over, Bang - 21

Bitches I cut off, still mine
Locked out of IG and I'm 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)
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, flexin' (Gang, gang)
He been holdin' that bitch his left hand (Gang, gang)
Let that bitch off, 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 cagan cuando escuchan el (Wuh)
Me las Perco como Tic Tac
Y te matamo' como la pista, eh (Prr, prr)
Tito Puente con lo'
Jefe de jefe', Pablo y (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 Lary metiendo
Y el que pillemo', ¡rra! (Jaja)
Mandando el azúcar como Celia (Cruz)
Mandamo' nosotro', baja la (Jajaja)
O si no te paseamo' en el (Wuh, wuh, wuh, wuh)
Y te la lu' (Pu, pu)

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

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

Bitches I cut off, they mine
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 play (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)
nigga got colder, ain't flexin' (Gang, gang)
He been holdin' that bitch with his left (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 turned twenty-one, get a (Wuh)

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