Luyện nghe bài hát CHOPBLOC PT. 3

BLOCBOY JB - PT. 3 (FEAT. NLE CHOPPA)

Ayy, Cartoon, you got one
Iceberg want a bag,
Ayy, ayy

Ayy, ayy, we put the up to yo' face
I seen Lil Tevo him out
I bet we put him in his
Twenty Grapes up in this and we all posted with K's
Let him play, I air him out, I just walk 'em in my J's
I'm posted with cuttas
I at mammas and brothas
We ain't 'bout the others
We see them niggas, suffer
We 'em up in the duffel
We dab 'em up then we 'em
I brought my flip in fights
I'm shootin' I'm never scufflin'

When the murda come and you and yo' door
Yeah, it's me,
and it got a scope, with my ski, bitch
Big on the vine, big Glo' we spinnin' G shit
Take yo' diss song, get you killed, then make a
Do you wanna slide
If he don't he die tonight
Thousand Glock, exotic pipe, you know we grip it tight
If the prices right, catch him on sight, walk up and take his
Told the opps to white the chalk up, that his laid that night
Campin' out in bushes and ditches, that's if I miss him
By myself, I made the decision, don't want no
Catch a witness, catch a shot, don't need no reminiscin'
Bare face, and I'm to face
a case then I'm not guilty

Yeah, I'm not
I get or die tryin', I'm not 50
I just fucked the plug, bitch, now his missin'
Time is money we finessed the clock wench
I got shootas at the line, call 'em Bibby
He play gang, we spin around, do a 360
a Xbox, you wear G-Shock
Draco ride shotgun got the hot
Miami, I got heat, bitch, I'm Chris
.223, hit his feet, him hopscotch
Used to serve two niggas that like Drake and Josh
No wonder why the police on yo' hot
You got shot? Let me shoot you in the spot
I got money, but I'm still on that same
Caught a body and I still got the same
Go dig it up, I bet still in the same spot
And I'm in the same spot
And I for my niggas
And I ride for my
And I die for my
We like fuck them niggas

Ayy, ayy, we put the up to yo' face
I seen Lil Tevo him out
I bet we put him in his
Twenty Grapes up in this house and we all posted K's
Let him play, I air him out, I walk 'em down in my J's
I'm still posted cuttas
I shoot at mammas and
We ain't worried the others
We see niggas, they suffer
We bagged 'em up in the
We dab 'em up we bust 'em
I brought my flip in fights
I'm shootin' I'm never scufflin'