Luyện nghe bài hát 6 Foot 7 Foot

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

Smokin' on kush, don't no ?
Bitches better how dope I'm is
I'm a pro in this shit, I'm like ? in this
Haters realise how much dough I get
body this track, let it be known
Prince of the raps, so get off my throne
Hate if you lend no hand
I got here all on my own
Rap all f-cked up
They up n-ggas who locked up
Prefer me a hood chick, Hollywood hoe's too up
Better step yo game up, n-ggas step yo up
to be 24, shit still aint changed much
Wait, movies, more paper, which means, comes more haters
See y'all in June, Heat, whattup Lakers
Girls hit me on my Twitter now they wanna him
take lil mama to the condo if she swallowin'
You know I be in, my Bugatti comin' in
If you really know, hip hop yep, I'm running it
Where my competition at, swear know I'm running this
Living in my Miami, but I do this for and
Please, aint f-cking with me
I got a bit appetite and I just ate this beat