Luyện nghe bài hát Belly

Ah-ah-ah, hey
Run that back,

You bogus, I see the imposers
I used to sell yola, on Motorolla
Spittin' vocals, labels think I wrote it
Slippery wet paints, the are candy-coated
Just left the bank, I a bag to hold this
The streets 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 ain't question

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

You bogus, I see the imposers
I to sell yola, trap on Motorolla
Spittin' vocals, labels think I wrote it
Slippery wet paints, the coupes are
Just left the bank, I need a bag to this
The streets like a farm 'cause all we ride is
Let my face tell it, we made a fortune
I'm with my dawg and he ain't gotta question

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

You niggas bogus, I see the
I to sell yola, trap on Motorolla
these vocals, labels think I wrote it
Slippery wet paints, the coupes are
Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold
The like a farm 'cause all we ride is horses
Let my face it, we done made a fortune
I'm ridin' with my and he ain't gotta question (Uh)