Luyện nghe bài hát All Gold Everything (remix)

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

I kill ,they all wack
Tell em fall back, or fall
Then I move the like nomads
Dance while Im grabbing on my gonads
Go fetch, cause Im you on them
You farfetched ,you garbage
Im cold, Im dumb trill
But my future bright, like it went to
artist, in my genre
A walking problem, ye want no problems
If her body poppin, then it to poppa
I be in them trees boy, I be a
You aint seein no dollars, you aint no commas
But we stuntin every time we come around Karma
Lyrical Alla, yo Kabala
You talking, like Yada Yada
Hot like lava, like ice water
Try to on me then Ill burn yo pajamas
Youngin in the game, you worry bout the age
them shorties know the name, yeah they just might holla
Im a G, my
2013, my year, dont care, stack this paper
So high, you can see it the sky
At the top, we gon pop, these
Million dollar scheme, be the team
Dont what you rate us
you chicks wan date us

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

Bent!