Luyện nghe bài hát Belly

Ah-ah-ah, hey
Run back, Turbo

You bogus, I see the imposers
I used to sell yola, on Motorolla
these vocals, labels think I wrote it
Slippery wet paints, the are candy-coated
left the bank, I need a bag to hold this
The like a farm 'cause all we ride is horses
Let my face it, we done made a fortune
I'm ridin' with my dawg and he gotta question

I got a like Keisha off of Belly
got dogs and they can't even smell me
Keep me a cup, I got a lean
20s on me, I 'em green relish
Balmain my jeans, if not, embellished
Too vibes, they think I'm R. Kelly
PH in the sky, we got 'em
PJ in the sky and I don't land it
Creepin' at night, the bandit
I prayed to the sky and none of this was
all my life and now I understand it
Crawled up like a mouse, but I could never it
I got the sweetest sauce like
Try me, you all get beheaded
I got the drip, they call me
I him down, that nigga was my celly
Fuck you niggas, never made me heartless
Thank God, came and got me, to shop at Target
They cut out the coupe we hit the market
We don't pack our bags 'cause we gon' shop
Backend, I'm back in, paid up for the
I done came a long way from up for Carti
Shades and my Cartier Carti
Police's cases, all that we
The lean in my cup more and more muddy
I shown all my love, I've never a bully
Got every color VLONE
Just jumped in the game and still I no rookie
I got this sauce, cream and
I came with the drip, got everybody
Cherish your blessings, could be tooken
a front in, it's easy to get a book in

You niggas bogus, I see the
I used to yola, trap on Motorolla
Spittin' these vocals, labels think I it
wet paints, the coupes are candy-coated
Just left the bank, I a bag to hold this
The streets like a farm 'cause all we is horses
Let my face tell it, we done made a
I'm with my dawg and he ain't gotta question

Yeah, all my backends, I bought me a Patek
to cabbage, the money relax me
My mom and them happy, I them a mansion
I rock the fitted, but I don't be cappin' (Skrrt)
These camouflage denim like I just campin'
They can't believe that I made it, they happy
I been money before I was rappin'
I'm in the Wraith like I play with the actors
No pleadin', arraignment, takin' no charges
My nigga's solid, I know that he got me
He his mouth closed, I'ma buy him a foreign
Penthouse, hotel suite we're tourin'
How foreign my tint is, I rock the Jordan
Packin' out shows, love my fans, they
And I'm in the trap, in the hood like a motor
Spend thousands on fragrance, she fuckin' my
I started rappin', I made me some millions
Man, shout out Atlanta, I'm my city
bracelets came healthy, they cost me a 50
I leveled it up, I've been handlin'
Gettin' 20 a night, day, different city
I just puttin' this syrup in my kidneys
This the big one, boy, this not the (Jubilee)
I got Gunna with me, rockin' VLONE, (Yeah, yeah)

You niggas bogus, I see the
I used to yola, trap on Motorolla
Spittin' vocals, labels think I wrote it
wet paints, the coupes are candy-coated
Just the bank, I need a bag to hold this
The streets like a 'cause all we ride is horses
Let my face tell it, we done made a
I'm with my dawg and he ain't gotta question (Uh)