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 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, gon' in it
She know that I do the (music)
Always at home, I'm tryna to save up
Tryna do my some favors
her head, she facin' backwards (backwards, ayy)

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

I got diamonds on my fist and
Diamonds on my wrist and
So icy, bitch, I'm colder than a (bling-blaow)
My main bitch bitchin' (21), side bitch
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 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 on your knees and eat it (eat it, eat it)
Walking out of Louis V the big box
Yeah I pulled at Saint Laurent, I made a pit
Young Savage walk around with the big (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 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 on my wrist but I'll
still take your bitch (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Who produced that (yeah, ayy, yuh)
I did, ayy

She act like a
I wear shit out of fur
Your man say he getting
that he's entrepreneur
Fast car like Fast &
She it back, Delorean
I'm in somebody's BMW recordin' this
Not my whip, not my
Rather or take a Lyft
On a trip, I hit the
That made me sad and I dip
Ayy, learnin' how to live it (damn)
People 'round him go in
is spinnin' with no fidget (recipe)
Used to play the drums
Never it, no, no
Lil' Brian didn't see the bigger
Rap-rap on my own so
One hundred percent
Straight to my lil' pockets and I 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 produced beat? (yeah, ayy, yuh)
I did, ayy

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