Luyện nghe bài hát Castro

Yeah,
Whoa, whoa, (yeah)
on me like I'm Castro (yeah)
Bitches I'm Castro, yah
Kickin' bitches I'm Castro (whoa)
Cuban cigar
chick, JLo
Dope money,
The cross you up, eyeball
Castro, Castro,

Cubans on me like I'm
Hit your bitch a backstroke
bitch, JLo
Dope money,
Astronaut, off
John (face off)
In the kitchen, a bake off
She gon' snort her whole face off
on me like I'm Castro
Hit bitch with a backstroke
bitch, JLo
Dope money,
Astronaut, off
John (face off)
In the kitchen, have a off
She gon' snort her whole damn off

EA Sports, I'm in the
I'm in goin' AWOL
I'm at Neimans AWOL
Hit your bitch in the A
cool but the pussy wack
Wanna her, get her pussy back
Cuban on your boy, I'm
Hit your with a backstroke
Medellín,
Money bags, Wells
Call my driver, the car go?
100 in my cargo
I get dope by the
I got whips, no car
I got whips, no
All my got maids
All my like a maze
Shit so big, amazed
Still thugging, amazed
Put me on a track 'Ye
In the kitchen 'Ye's
In the with the Js
Feds listening we don't do the
record everything we say

Cubans on me like I'm
Hit your with a backstroke
bitch, JLo
Dope money,
Astronaut, off
John (face off)
In the kitchen, have a off
She gon' her whole damn face off

on me like I'm Castro
Hit your bitch a backstroke
bitch, JLo
Dope money,
Astronaut, off
Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, have a off
She gon' snort her whole face off

Quavo,
My like Pablo
Cuban hoes in love with a nigga
They'll treat me like
Off white shell toes
Stick to the money,
on the top row
Then I jump down, hit you with the
Why do the birds need a if they can fly?
I be standin' in the field with the
So many onions in the trap, me cry
My styrofoam got more oil Dubai
Riding with extendo
round with extendo
Never, never, ya kinfolk
Never, never, ya kinfolk
Niggas out the window
Niggas at your window
Yeah, you better your head low
Feds better lay low

on me like I'm Castro
Hit your with a backstroke
bitch, JLo
Dope money,
Astronaut, off
John (face off)
In the kitchen, have a off
She snort her whole damn face off

lame nigga
Take your girl like a killer
Just saw a picture of your first mama
Look like a hit her
Can't me, I'm the finest
AKA, it's your
I know if she got a snort habit
Or the bitch got
Pyrex tried to us
Baking soda tryna us
Got a red stove and a fork
Shit looking the '9'ers
shawty, you a minus
And I say it out of
Cuban links change the
Dick tall, she can it
Sold so many bags
I coulda diming
wristband diamond
On my neck look
Simon said, start taking my shit
Nigga, rhyming
4 rings an Audi
Hotel suite,

on me like I'm Castro
Hit your with a backstroke
bitch, JLo
Dope money,
Astronaut, off
Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, a bake off
She gon' her whole damn face off