Luyện nghe bài hát 21

Lary Over, Bang - 21

Bitches I cut off, they still
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 bitch off, lay low (Lay low)
This not a game, what you 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, ain't (Gang, gang)
He been that bitch with 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 turned twenty-one, get a (Gang, gang)

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

Bitches I cut off, they mine
Locked out of IG and I'm alive
How you come with the and get fried?
Homie beg for a truce and he died
Let that bitch off, lay low (Lay low)
not a game, what you play 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)
Gotta hop out the Porsche, you step in (Gang, gang)
nigga got colder, ain't flexin' (Gang, gang)
He been that bitch with his left hand (Gang, gang)
Let that bitch off, 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)

I turned sixteen I was spinnin' (Gang)
I was out here spinnin' a perm'
Bang on my name, 'cause I
Nigga got on my burner (Yeah)
Got the drop on a nigga, tryna 'em (Yeah)
'Fore the dirty, get my dirty
Bitches no prop, I know how to work
I ain't squashin' shit, I'm lay 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 but a nigga got murder ?
Jesus piece a Satan chain
sixteen, got a .9
Turned eighteen, got a (Case)
Twenty-one I was locked in a (Cell)
On parole, still ride the drac' (Drac')

Bitches I cut off, they still
Locked out of IG and I'm alive
How you come the fire and get fried?
Homie beg for a truce and he still
Let that bitch off, lay low (Lay low)
not a game, what 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 gon' 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 turned twenty-one, get a (Wuh)

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