Luyện nghe bài hát Brossface Brippler

[Intro: ? & Gunn]
It stop for him
on
Grr, ayo
'Cause he don't want you to know that you can on the water
Well, I'ma you right now
Grr

[Verse 1: Westside
Ayo, Calabasas out in Calabasas
Tuck the MAC in, Off-White fatigue the army patches
Allah save 'em, suede sweatsuit, Angels
Star spangled, Draco blew his off from all angles
Alchemist cool, hoodies bool, Veuvo
My lil nigga dropped out the day of school
Dropped tears when I wrote my celly, slides
Doctor Romanelli hold the Desi, the bust to the gold Presi
Who that nigga usually shoulder on?
Ten thousand dollar sofas, loafers made from cobra
rock like Villanova, gave him cold shoulders
But the neck colder for them TEC
Get the Lex chauffeur, yo (skr)
I dare one of to step on the Waverunners
summer, hit the west coast, his brains in the luggage
Make you suffer, but you it (ah)
Make you suffer, but you love it (boom boom boom boom boom boom)
Wayne bucking, tucking 'fore it's took
You want a yard but you
My nigga went to trial and got
He should've looked ways
I got off of cocaine
never came back, what a shame

[Verse 2:
Yo, ay, look, my dog'll slit your throat for a of coke
He walked in the credit union, he slipped a note
A new Ferrari, ticket price, what my kitchen grossed
business, my scale off balance, and my blender broke
Griselda on run, and that's major facts
And y'all put guns in hands of niggas you ain't gon' clap
I got the .38 on wearing Raiders black
We pistols, did missions, then traded back
Born in the era, in the with the smokers
Hit the corner and they cop a baby in the stroller
Saw my family on drugs, that's what me whip the soda
If I don't answer for the plug, that's make him miss his quota
Uh huh, it's crazy, we came up from all this evil
Sold dope with so much cut that it clogged they
And real, for this long, gon' be hard to equal
This for the hustlers who got on and fed all they
My stand up, my Glock shoot straight
Crime do pay, these boxes not for shoe space
got due dates, for one charge, did time in two states
I put pictures of my up, applying toothpaste, uh
This gon' be a heartbreaker, and I stand by it
Can flying, blowing at your like a hair dryer
side nigga, my whole hood full of Scarfaces
Guns in guitar cases, blood on a long

[Verse 3: Rhymes]
I cut coke like I'm beats, they call me Mr. Walt, bae
Master, the chef, I'm cooking coke, they call me Bae
Bitches'll bag my crack while I 'em in a short stay
Niggas'll brag 'bout flipping coke I somersault the yay
Your good, but you a worker is what you're supposed to say
At a hookah with a waitress serving coke, now sniff it off the tray
While I celebrate a birth evening, pop the bottle cork and spray
Pipe your bitch 'til she sleeping, my bread, you'll be forced to pay
Cocked, now I'm letting off the K,
Molding and the predator
off the prey despite how kneeling they often pray
It's like I'm still crack with Fredrico
Blade accidentally split your
mixed up all in the perico, bendito
Sorry for all of you niggas that became victims we count your bread over mojitos
Fabulous imported fabrics even when I'm in my street
This motherfucker butter
Like I'm spreading it on toast
So bread the money bag swell up, we getting it in each loaf

Because he don't want you to know you can walk on the water
Well, I'ma you right now