Luyện nghe bài hát Crisis

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

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

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

I got on my fist and shit
Diamonds on my wrist and
So icy, bitch, I'm than a freezer (bling-blaow)
My main bitchin' (21), side bitch trippin'
Bitch I ya'll both but none of y'all ain't no keepers
I'll leave ya, Rolls look like Jeepers Creepers (21)
a million dollars with Adidas (21)
Can't a ticket, nigga, off my beeper
Take shit to trial, nigga, I'm gon' beat it
Spilt my lean, it got me
Say it one time, I don't it
Baby, get down on knees and eat it (eat it, eat it)
out of Louis V with the big box
Yeah I at Saint Laurent, I made a pit stop
Young Savage walk around the big Glock (21)
With that .30 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)
Chigga, 21 Savage, now it's O.D. (21)

Yeah, up about, uh, 6
Think money, then 'bout this
I got nothin' on my but I'll
still gladly take your (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 getting
Claim that he's
car like Fast & Furious
She throw it back,
I'm sittin' in somebody's BMW this
Not my whip, not my
Rather walk or take a
On a trip, I hit the
That made me sad and I dip
Ayy, Brian how to live it (damn)
People 'round him go in
Head is spinnin' with no (recipe)
Used to play the drums
Never it, no, no
Lil' Brian didn't see the bigger
on my own beats so
One hundred goes
Straight to my lil' and I keep it

Yeah, up about, uh, 6
'bout money, then 'bout this
I got nothin' on my but I'll
still gladly your 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, gon' in it
She that I do the music (music)
Always at home, I'm tryna to save up
Tryna do my friends favors
Gave her head, she facin' (backwards, ayy)