Luyện nghe bài hát AMAZON

(Taylor Michael, you crazy)
(Trauma Tone)

I'm whippin' the ship, my car
Drop me a hit and then up a festival
My chick, she bad and confused, she
in the Wraith got it looking celestial
Thick like a stallion, she ride equestrian
My vibe is mixed with Arab and Mexican
Invested in futures, made from Amazon
R.I.P. Nip, I be on Marathon
Don't need a bat, but I hit her like Bonds
My pockets straight, so I don't need a title
Grow my own veggies, my yard is like
Breaking down zaza, I'm selling ten a day
Rest in to all my niggas who passed away
Internet jugging, I this thе faster way
Clientele coming, they driving miles away
my plug hurry up, I need it right away

Hitting me up, Can you catch a flight today?
to the fullest, I probably can die today
I got that like a motherfuckin' tidal wave
I'm a truth-seeker, so do not lie to me
Hit from the back, fuck up her vertebrae
ATV, I'ma go ride on the dirt
When we in bed, she gon' drip, she squirt away
Bust me a jugg in the coupe and skrrt away
Car push-to-start, I do not have to a key
If you kill me, gon' wipe out your family tree
Finna take over, but I had to this shit
Put her through college, I got my own
Dropping these hits, but I don't get
Dropping these gems, put on my fellowship
Ain't got no or no motherfuckin' elegance
Damn, she so sexy, she and delicate

I'm the ship, my car extraterrestrial
Drop me a hit and then turn up a
My chick, she bad and confused, she
Stars in the got it looking celestial
Thick like a stallion, she ride equestrian
My vibe is Black with Arab and Mexican
Invested in futures, millions from Amazon
R.I.P. Nip, I be on Marathon

Natural high, I do not to medicate
Me and my Glock got a bond, we don't
Financial money course, sit and educate
Go do a drill on the opps and then
Go do a on the opps just to demonstrate
Ran up bag, now my motherfuckin' mama straight
something that I cannot tolerate
Country boy coming to way from out of state
We know you soft, nigga, quit all acting tough
Knew you was broke 'cause your money ain't up
I'm in the traphouse, I'm some zaza up
Do what I want, nigga, I do not give a
J Roc, he with me, we a Bentley truck
COVID done hit, so these lil' sick as fuck
Stacking all day, now my account big as fuck
Two different strains, I'ma mix 'em up

I'm whippin' the ship, my car
Drop me a hit and then turn up a
My chick, she bad and confused, she
in the Wraith got it looking celestial
Thick a stallion, she ride like equestrian
My vibe is Black mixed with Arab and
in futures, made millions from Amazon
R.I.P. Nip, I be burning on
Don't a bat, but I hit her like Barry Bonds
My pockets straight, so I don't need a pawn
Grow my own veggies, my is like Callaway
Breaking down zaza, I'm ten pounds a day
Rest in peace to all my niggas who away
Internet jugging, I know the faster way
Clientele coming, they driving miles away
Told my plug hurry up, I need it right