Luyện nghe bài hát Box In Hand (Remix)

Get all my peoples, get all my headphones
All of em
Lay em a warrant
Ah, yo, show it off, kid, show em, what,
Let em have it, it, hey yo, hey yo

Blend wine, who want to win
Shorty get a ten-round for
the richest, huh
Flexed out, style
crimi-nal pen pal kidnapped Loud, jetted the
Mosyin, posin for niggas up in Poland
wax style museum, G 'em
Them richest bless this
Like cut VVS's
the hatchback, black were finessing this
Them niggas over there know, Gazelle
And Lottos, 88 style, throwin' bottles (bottles)
Scenario rap, rap imperial, (uh, yo yo, yo, yo)
Murderin' cats is that real

Yo come do me somethin word to peep the Land Rov'
Sleeper hold faggots lay your dome on a stove
It's like space kid, the world is pitch black, granola rap
got smaller famous team, walked up in Fotomat
Black down, numerous rounds, boots is
driver, this white bitch from out of town
We love races shakin Jakes and high-speed chases
Porno stations, drinkin violations, nations
90 Maxell tapes, instrumental breaks
Bangin earaches, lay my verse down in two
The speaker pops, the rifle's in the kitchen
the DJ's eyes twitchin, woofer hissin

Yo, he's armin, manipulatin niggas, scrapin niggas
play from niggas, hate fakin niggas, yo you hear me?
The shit's like wrestling
you dare me? Back the fuck up kid, we flexin