Luyện nghe bài hát 6 God (Remix)

From the gyp to the boy
back up in the streets boy
Come to your door with a on
Put the up in the bag, trick or treat boy
Bit of in the sweet boy
You follow fashion a sheep boy
I got a model behind us
And red bottoms make the follow me boy
I'll admit it, admit it
You're songs nigga, skip it
In the and the drink's nearly finished
Ain't got money for some more so their
Us miss Lee team
Fuck with us and they like quarter million
Remember I never had a pot to piss in
Now I put them pots in mama's
Make your killin' for a
Now you wanna it
What you wasn't there at my fucking lowest, Griffin
Rap nigga listen
Snakes in the grass, niggas
And I got bitches to the worm that I'm fishing
Word on road is our up and album is the shit boy
(You scared)
It's a movie, so get popcorn, I got a clip boy
We've been away for a year now, we coming back, pissed boy
They heard a clip of Ricky Rozay, they think that's it boy
A lot of up the sleeve boy
you probably won't believe boy
If you're talking top emcees, you gotta mention we boy
"Krept where you been boys?"
Probably with bitch all week boy
Distract her with some
of a decoy
You put a girl the P coy
You niggas all sweet
(Haribos)
Pillow talkin' late night with bitches, puttin' on a deep voice
(Wagwan babes)
If you UK rap, this is it boy
Killed the whole UK rap with a 10 second clip, just imagine when it hit boy

I know you heard
We're not new to
Comin' from the mother fuckin' side
Where they're teeth fly
When you see the magazine you can't
Six on the card, can't decline
I took the long way
Album coming, you push your shit back rudeboy
I took the way home
PD got the whole city a way now
So I don't a fuck about what anybody sayin' right now.