Luyện nghe bài hát 21

Lary Over, Bang - 21

Bitches I cut off, they still
Locked out of IG and I'm still
How you come with the fire and get
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 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' got colder, ain't flexin' (Gang, gang)
He holdin' that bitch with his left hand (Gang, gang)
Let that 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 twenty-one, get a draco (Gang, gang)

El draco lo' pone a bailar TikTok (Jajajaja)
Se cagan cuando el click-clack (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 me sale (Jajaja)
Quien me se caga en la Hollow, ¡rrr!
Dior, Dior (Wuh), la .40 en el
y Lary metiendo presión
Y el que pillemo', ¡rra! (Jaja)
Mandando el azúcar como 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
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 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' nigga got colder, flexin' (Gang, gang)
He been holdin' that with his left hand (Gang, gang)
Let that bitch off, 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 (Gang, gang)

When I turned I was spinnin' (Gang)
I was out spinnin' with a perm'
on my name, 'cause I earned
Nigga got on my burner (Yeah)
Got the drop on a nigga, tryna 'em (Yeah)
'Fore the dirty, get my dirty
ain't no prop, I know how to work
I ain't shit, I'm lay that work
Got the Glock in the bag, on my own like a purse,
the baggage 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)
I was locked in a cell (Cell)
On parole, still ride with the (Drac')

Bitches I cut off, they still
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)
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)
Lil' 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
Miami, jaja
Wuh
Miami, yeh
Carbon Music
(Boo, boo)