Luyện nghe bài hát Crisis

Yeah, up about, uh, 6
Think money, then 'bout this
I got nothin' on my wrist but
still gladly take bitch (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Who that beat? (yeah, ayy, yuh)
I did, ayy

Got ass on me
Sound I'm from New York City
Airbnb, fuck in it
She know that I do the (music)
Always at home, I'm tryna to save up
Tryna do my friends some
Gave her head, she backwards (backwards, ayy)

27 shows, I go through cities every now and
I the crowd, they jumpin', watchin' me (watchin' me)
Cut, cut to ago
I'm a kid not old enough to smoke a cig
wonder, "What's the recipe?" (Ayy, recipe)
They me to call home, I can hear the drum roll
But understand I'm out here for a
Li-livin' in my own home, miss me I know
But also he know that I'm on a (mission)

I got diamonds on my and shit
Diamonds on my and shit
So icy, bitch, I'm colder than a (bling-blaow)
My main bitch bitchin' (21), side trippin'
Bitch I love ya'll both but none of y'all ain't no
I'll ya, Rolls Royce look like Jeepers Creepers (21)
Made a million dollars with (21)
have a ticket, nigga, off my beeper
Take this shit to trial, nigga, I'm gon' it
my lean, it got me heated
Say it one time, I repeat it
Baby, get on your knees and eat it (eat it, eat it)
Walking out of Louis V the big box
Yeah I pulled at Laurent, I made a pit stop
Young Savage walk around the big Glock (21)
With .30 hangin' out, nigga that's hip-hop (facts)
Car too fast, 12 stop me (skrrt)
Bitch too bad, hoes can't me (21)
You was running the smoke, nigga, not me (on God)
Rich Chigga, 21 Savage, now O.D. (21)

Yeah, up about, uh, 6
Think 'bout money, then this
I got nothin' on my wrist but
still gladly take your (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Who produced beat? (yeah, ayy, yuh)
I did, ayy

She act a bird
I shit made out of fur
man say he getting money
Claim that he's
Fast car like & Furious
She throw it back,
I'm sittin' in somebody's BMW recordin'
Not my whip, not my
Rather walk or a Lyft
On a trip, I hit the
made me sad and then I dip
Ayy, learnin' how to live it (damn)
'round him go in circles
Head is spinnin' no fidget (recipe)
Used to the drums though
liked it, no, no
Lil' Brian didn't see the bigger
on my own beats so
One hundred percent
to my lil' pockets and I keep it

Yeah, up about, uh, 6
'bout money, then 'bout this
I got on my wrist but I'll
still gladly take bitch (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Who produced that (yeah, ayy, yuh)
I did, ayy

Got ass on me
Sound I'm from New York City
Airbnb, fuck in it
She that I do the music (music)
cook at home, I'm tryna to save up
Tryna do my some favors
Gave her head, she backwards (backwards, ayy)