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 come with the fire and get
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 (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 that bitch with his left hand (Gang, gang)
Let that off, better lay low (Lay low)
This not a game, what you play (Wah)
He got in the way, got a (El Guasón, bebé)
He twenty-one, get a draco (Gang, gang)

El lo' pone a bailar como TikTok (Jajajaja)
Se cagan cuando el click-clack (Wuh)
Me las Perco como Tic Tac
Y te matamo' como la pista, eh (Prr, prr)
Tito con lo' palo'
de jefe', Pablo y Gonzalo (Uh)
Trabajo que suba, él nunca me (Jajaja)
Quien me conspire se en la Hollow, ¡rrr!
Dior, (Wuh), la .40 en el mahón
Fredo y Lary metiendo
Y el que pillemo', ¡rra! (Jaja)
Mandando el azúcar Celia Cruz (Cruz)
nosotro', baja 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 with the fire and get
Homie beg for a truce and he still
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)
nigga 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 play (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 here spinnin' with a
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 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 skatin'
Rap good but a got murder ?
Jesus piece with a Satan
sixteen, got a .9
Turned eighteen, got a (Case)
Twenty-one I was in a cell (Cell)
On parole, still ride with the (Drac')

Bitches I cut off, they mine
Locked out of IG and I'm still
How you come with the and get fried?
Homie beg for a truce and he died
Let that off, better 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 gon' 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, what you 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)