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' these vocals, labels I wrote it
Slippery wet paints, the coupes are
Just left the bank, I 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 ridin' with my and he ain't gotta question

I got a bitch like Keisha off of
Police got dogs and they can't even me
Keep me a cup, I got a lean
20s on me, I call 'em green
Balmain my jeans, if not, embellished
Too many vibes, 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 to the sky and none of this was handed
Worked all my life and now I 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 call me
I held him down, that nigga was my
Fuck you fuck niggas, never made me
Thank God, came and got me, used to shop at
They cut out the before we hit the market
We pack our bags 'cause we gon' shop regardless
Backend, I'm in, paid up for the party
I done came a way from openin' up for Carti
Shades and my bracelets Carti
cases, all that we avoidin'
The lean in my cup gettin' more and more
I shown all my love, I've never been a
Got every color VLONE
jumped in the game and still I ain't no rookie
I got sauce, cream and puddin'
I came with the drip, got everybody
Cherish your blessings, easily could be
Send a front in, easy to get a book in

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

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

You bogus, I see the imposers
I used to sell yola, trap on
Spittin' these vocals, think I wrote it
Slippery wet paints, the are candy-coated
left the bank, I need 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 (Uh)