Luyện nghe bài hát Crisis

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

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

27 shows, I go cities every now and then
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 want me to home, I can hear the drum roll
But understand I'm out for a reason
Li-livin' in my own home, father me I know
But also he know I'm on a mission (mission)

I got on my fist and shit
Diamonds on my and shit
So icy, bitch, I'm colder a freezer (bling-blaow)
My main bitch bitchin' (21), bitch trippin'
Bitch I love ya'll both but none of y'all ain't no
I'll leave ya, Rolls look like Jeepers Creepers (21)
Made a million with Adidas (21)
have a ticket, nigga, off my beeper
Take this shit to trial, nigga, I'm beat it
Spilt my lean, it got me
Say it one time, I don't it
Baby, get down on your and eat it (eat it, eat it)
out of Louis V with the big box
Yeah I pulled at Saint Laurent, I a pit stop
Young Savage walk with the big Glock (21)
With that .30 out, nigga that's hip-hop (facts)
Car too fast, 12 stop me (skrrt)
too bad, hoes can't fuck me (21)
You was from 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 but I'll
still gladly take bitch (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Who that beat? (yeah, ayy, yuh)
I did, ayy

She act like a
I wear shit out of fur
Your man say he 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 or take a Lyft
On a trip, I hit the
made me sad and then I dip
Ayy, Brian learnin' how to it (damn)
'round him go in circles
Head is spinnin' with no (recipe)
to play the drums though
Never it, no, no
Lil' Brian didn't see the picture
on my own beats so
One percent goes
Straight to my lil' and I keep it

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

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