Luyện nghe bài hát 21

Lary Over, Fredo - 21

I cut off, they still mine
Locked out of IG and I'm still
How you with the fire and get fried?
Homie beg for a truce and he still
Let that bitch off, lay low (Lay low)
This not a game, what you play (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 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 turned twenty-one, get a (Gang, gang)

El draco lo' pone a como TikTok (Jajajaja)
Se cagan cuando escuchan el (Wuh)
Me meto las Perco Tic Tac
Y te matamo' como la pista, eh (Prr, prr)
Tito con lo' palo'
Jefe de jefe', y Gonzalo (Uh)
Trabajo que suba, él nunca me (Jajaja)
Quien me conspire se en la Hollow, ¡rrr!
Dior, Dior (Wuh), la .40 en el
Fredo y Lary presión
Y el que pillemo', ¡rra! (Jaja)
Mandando el azúcar 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 still
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, 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' nigga got colder, 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 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 here spinnin' a perm'
Bang on my name, I earned
Nigga got on my burner (Yeah)
Got the drop on a nigga, learn 'em (Yeah)
'Fore the dirty, get my hands
Bitches ain't no prop, I how to work
I ain't shit, I'm lay that work
Got the Glock in the bag, on my own a purse, yeah
Droppin' the baggage and became a
I was out spinnin' and skatin'
Rap good but a nigga got ?
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')

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

He twenty-one, get the LV (Gang, gang)
hop out the Porsche, you gon' step in (Gang, gang)
Lil' nigga got colder, flexin' (Gang, gang)
He been holdin' bitch with his left hand (Gang, gang)
Let bitch off, better lay low (Lay low)
not a game, what 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,
Fredo
Frank Miami,
Wuh
Miami, yeh
Carbon Music
(Boo, boo)