Luyện nghe bài hát Belly

Ah-ah-ah, hey
Run back, Turbo

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

I got a bitch Keisha off of Belly
Police got and they can't even smell me
Keep me a cup, I got a lean
20s on me, I call 'em green
Balmain my jeans, if not, they
Too vibes, they think 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 life and now I it
Crawled up like a mouse, but I could tell it
I got the sweetest sauce like
Try disrespect me, you all get
I got the drip, they me Dripavelli
I held him down, nigga was my celly
Fuck you fuck niggas, made me heartless
Thank God, came and got me, used to shop at
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 came a long way from up for Carti
Shades and my Cartier Carti
cases, all that we avoidin'
The lean in my cup gettin' and more muddy
I shown all my love, I've never a bully
Got every VLONE hoody
Just jumped in the game and still I no rookie
I got this sauce, cream and
I came with the drip, got lookin'
your blessings, easily could be tooken
Send a front in, it's to get a book in

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 need a bag to hold
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

Yeah, cash all my backends, I me a Patek
to cabbage, the money relax me
My mom and them happy, I bought a mansion
I still the fitted, but I don't be cappin' (Skrrt)
These denim like I just went campin'
They still can't believe that I made it, they
I gettin' money before I was rappin'
I'm ridin' in the Wraith I play with the actors
No pleadin', arraignment, ain't takin' no
My young solid, I know that he got me
He keep his mouth closed, buy him a foreign
Penthouse, hotel whenever 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
thousands on fragrance, she fuckin' my odor
I just started rappin', I made me some
Man, out Atlanta, I'm runnin' my city
bracelets came healthy, they cost me a 50
I it up, I've been handlin' business
Gettin' 20 a night, every day, city
I just keep this syrup in my kidneys
the big one, boy, this not the Jubilee (Jubilee)
I got Gunna with me, VLONE, Supreme (Yeah, yeah)

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