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 can't stash n-gga
And plus I go too hard, I'm on two broads
aint 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 is on my dough
out to the O
Yeah buck town
My n-ggas don't play
Y'all n-ggas get no shine till I say it's 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
Take the Lamborghini out once on
Youtube killer, pockets full of
Old Chevy, inside vanilla
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 this shit, I'm like ? in this
Haters realise how much dough I get
I'ma body 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 signed up n-ggas who up
Prefer me a hood chick, Hollywood hoe's too up
Better step yo game up, step yo change up
'Bout to be 24, shit still aint changed
Wait, more movies, more paper, which means, comes more
See y'all in June, Team Heat, whattup
Girls hit me on my now they wanna follow him
take lil mama to the condo if she swallowin'
You know I be balin' in, my Bugatti in
If you really wanna know, hip hop yep, I'm it
Where my competition at, they know I'm running this
Living in my Miami, but I do this for and
Please, n-ggas aint f-cking me
I got a bit and I just ate this beat n-gga