Luyện nghe bài hát 6 Foot 7 Foot

to go off
for me to show off
Movin' on from my ex, sorry bitch your
money n-gga, you straight ass n-gga
So much cake, the can't stash n-gga
And plus I go too hard, I'm mackin' on two
N-ggas aint hard, of undercover RuPaul's
B to the O, y'all already know my lyrics flow
Bitch I gotta get that you heard what I said
My mind is on my
out to the O
Yeah lemme town
My n-ggas don't round
Y'all get no shine till I say it's okay now
big dog, K-9
Droptop,
Bad bitch,
Hair down to her
Snoop always told me, lil cuz do ya
Take a system with the flow, you'll be a in the game
Now it's YMCM, all the freaks in
Take the out once on weekend
killer, pockets full of Skrilla
Old school Chevy, inside
Send my girl to London, my girl got to hard
Since I'm in the family, throw it in the Rush card

on kush, don't smoke no ?
Bitches better how dope I'm is
I'm a pro in shit, I'm like ? in this shit
Haters better how much dough I get
body this track, let it be known
Prince of the raps, so get off my throne
Hate nobody if you lend no
I got here all on my own
Rap all f-cked up
signed up n-ggas who locked up
Prefer me a hood chick, Hollywood too stuck up
step yo game up, n-ggas step yo change up
'Bout to be 24, shit still aint changed
Wait, more movies, more paper, which means, more haters
See in June, Team Heat, whattup Lakers
Girls hit me on my Twitter now they follow him
Only take lil to the condo if she swallowin'
You know I be balin' in, my comin' in
If you really wanna know, hip hop yep, I'm it
Where my competition at, swear know I'm running this
in my Miami, but I do this for Columbus and
Please, n-ggas aint with me
I got a bit appetite and I just ate beat n-gga