Luyện nghe bài hát Crisis

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

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

27 shows, I go through every now and then
I watch the crowd, they jumpin', 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 call home, I can hear the roll
But I'm out here for a reason
Li-livin' in my own home, father miss me I
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 bitch bitchin' (21), bitch trippin'
Bitch I love ya'll both but none of y'all ain't no
I'll leave ya, Rolls Royce like Jeepers Creepers (21)
Made a million dollars Adidas (21)
have 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)
Walking out of Louis V the big box
Yeah I pulled at Saint Laurent, I a pit stop
Young walk around with the big Glock (21)
With that .30 hangin' out, nigga that's (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
'bout money, then 'bout this
I got on my wrist but I'll
still gladly your bitch (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Who produced that (yeah, ayy, yuh)
I did, ayy

She act like a
I shit made out of fur
Your man say he money
Claim he's entrepreneur
car like Fast & Furious
She it back, Delorean
I'm in somebody's BMW recordin' this
Not my whip, not my
Rather walk or a Lyft
On a trip, I hit the
That made me sad and 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
Brian didn't see the bigger picture
Rap-rap on my own so
One hundred percent
Straight to my pockets and I keep it

Yeah, up about, uh, 6
Think 'bout money, then 'bout
I got nothin' on my 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)
Always cook at home, I'm tryna to up
Tryna do my some favors
Gave her head, she facin' (backwards, ayy)