Luyện nghe bài hát Boomshakalaka

We in the last days
Yeah we saw over

40 on me break you off
And got the cocka just boomshakalaka
Yeah I'm a young cold mother
Put the hammer out and rock it like
My niggas hit like shotas with the forty glockas
Boomshakalaka boom
And my bitch blast and she got that ass
boomshakalaka nigga
People say we out of time
And they gonna drop anotha rhyme like
I'm a lose my fuckin and I'm a
Blast this tech like boomshakalaka bitch
People say we runnin out of
And they drop anotha rhyme like boomshakalaka
A nigga run me and try to take mine
I'm a pop this nine like boomshakalaka bitch

I'm forty in my hand
Bet mother fucker won't NBA Jam
Up the springfield, think my aim off
My Louie Jacket cost more then ya cost
I'm act up
Now show just how I'm strapped up
on me, (fuck you up)
Hot damn, son of a
Tell daddy hush don't be a son of a snitch
Turn tha t.v. on, they stories
Turn your bitches on, she horny
And I know what I'm on, with your ass
She got red lipstick on the wine
I you niggas mad
I see you tail
Act like you got some sense or something bad happen
She got off work and came straight to the
bitch tryina catch a date with some rich thug
Oh you mad

Bitch trill OG barbeda on
Triger on the triger and it's all steady
No problem is too big or too
Got the eye to see around corners and through walls
No who calls we answer first ring
Mind on the money baby that's the first
Got your mama [?]
Losing a million wouldn't be the worst thing
This mob music, stricktly for made men
Run up like you want it you can up fate then
I ain't playin I'll pop you and I'm not stayin
They gone find you right there in the same you lay in
I'm no the one and I'm no the two bro
I'm the cat who gone make it do it do bro
And you so act right
I'm gonna keep the mack tight make it go boomshakalaka

I'm what you call a living (sha-plow)
Thiss what you call a mack (sha-plow)
Here's two on the way down plow
Here's four more plow plow plow
I got a plan to take over your
If you keep it a hundred I keep it a hundred
I'm not a star you know my now my story
You simple you fame I rep glory
Damn now these nigga's talkin
But they don't say nothin I'm around
They don't fuck with y'all no you get a pound
No matter of fact fuck that you get
I don't' hang with niggas I hang with killers
I fuck with these rap niggas they ain't my niggas
My outfit from Paris
Show up to your house party like Harris