Luyện nghe bài hát Belly

Ah-ah-ah, hey
Run that back,

You niggas bogus, I see the
I used to yola, trap 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 tell it, we done made a fortune
I'm ridin' with my dawg and he gotta question

I got a bitch like off of Belly
Police got dogs and can't even smell me
Keep me a cup, I got a belly
20s on me, I 'em green 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 don't land it
at night, the VLONE bandit
I prayed to the sky and none of was handed
Worked all my life and now I it
Crawled up like a mouse, but I never tell it
I got the sweetest sauce like
Try me, you all get beheaded
I got the drip, they me Dripavelli
I held him down, nigga was my celly
you fuck niggas, never made me heartless
Thank God, and got me, used to shop at Target
They cut out the coupe we hit the market
We pack our bags 'cause we gon' shop regardless
Backend, I'm in, paid up for the party
I came a long way from openin' up for Carti
Shades and my Cartier Carti
cases, all that we avoidin'
The in my cup gettin' more and more muddy
I shown all my love, I've never been a
Got color VLONE hoody
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 blessings, easily 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' these vocals, labels think I it
wet paints, the coupes are candy-coated
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' my dawg and he ain't gotta question

Yeah, cash all my backends, I me a Patek
Addicted to cabbage, the relax me
My mom and them happy, I bought them a
I still the fitted, but I don't be cappin' (Skrrt)
These camouflage denim I just went campin'
They can't believe that I made it, they happy
I been gettin' money I was rappin'
I'm ridin' in the Wraith like I play the actors
No pleadin', arraignment, ain't no charges
My young nigga's solid, I 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
out shows, love my fans, they important
And I'm in the trap, in the hood like a motor
thousands on fragrance, she fuckin' my odor
I started rappin', I made me some millions
Man, shout out Atlanta, I'm runnin' my
These came healthy, they cost me a 50
I leveled it up, I've handlin' business
Gettin' 20 a night, every day, city
I just keep this syrup in my kidneys
This the big one, boy, not the Jubilee (Jubilee)
I got Gunna with me, rockin' VLONE, (Yeah, yeah)

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