Luyện nghe bài hát All Gold Everything (remix)

Verse 1 : Gold all on my wrist, they all hate it Chris
Got yo chick on my line, I swear I got her looking like fish
What you, you, What you want, Ill serve you a dish
Taking your ma , she I talk slick
And she gon lie and you she tired of it when truth is Im taking your chick
What you, What you, What you know, Im one of a
I gold, you know its gon shine
Aint got no all on my wrist
But they ask, they know its my time
aint my flow, fans know that
One time, and then I go
If you try to blow my high, Ill flash my John and yall hold that

I rappers ,they all wack
em fall back, or fall flat
Then I move the crowd like
Dance around while Im on my gonads
Go fetch, Im dogging you on them
You ,you talking garbage
Im dumb cold, Im dumb
But my future bright, like it to Harvard
Hottest artist, in my
A problem, ye aint want no problems
If her poppin, then bring it to poppa
I be in trees boy, I be a koala
You aint seein no dollars, you aint no commas
But we stuntin every time we come around Karma
Lyrical Alla, grab yo
You toddlers talking, Yada Yada
Hot lava, cold like ice water
Try to sleep on me Ill burn yo pajamas
Youngin in the game, you worry bout the age
Cause them shorties know the name, yeah they might holla
Im a G, my
2013, my year, dont care, Imma this paper
So high, you can see it the sky
At the top, we gon pop, haters
Million dollar scheme, BentNation be the
Dont what you rate us
Cause you chicks wan us

Gold all on my
I swear my team gon be
Waving high the sky, while you guys stuck in a ditch
Yeah Im aiming up for the sky, and I pray to God I do not miss
And I swear to God, theres no this
And I to God, theres no stopping this

Bent!