Luyện nghe bài hát Box In Hand (Remix)

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

Blend wine, who want to win
get a ten-round for floatin
the richest, huh
Flexed out, style
Your pen pal kidnapped Loud, jetted the
Mosyin, posin for niggas up in Poland
wax style museum, G 'em
Them richest bless this
Russian cut VVS's
Slide the hatchback, were finessing this
Them niggas over know, Gazelle goggles
And them Lottos, 88 style, throwin' (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 kid, the whole world is pitch black, granola rap
Dough got smaller team, walked up in Fotomat
Black down, rounds, boots is brown
Getaway driver, white bitch from out of town
We love races shakin Jakes and high-speed chases
Porno stations, drinkin violations, nations
90 minute Maxell tapes, breaks
Bangin earaches, lay my down in two takes
The speaker pops, the Winchester rifle's in the
Murder the DJ's eyes twitchin, hissin

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