Luyện nghe bài hát Crisis

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

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

27 shows, I go cities every now and then
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 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 I'm on a mission (mission)

I got diamonds on my and shit
on my wrist and shit
So icy, bitch, I'm than a freezer (bling-blaow)
My main bitch bitchin' (21), side bitch
Bitch I love ya'll both but none of y'all no keepers
I'll leave ya, Rolls Royce look Jeepers Creepers (21)
a million dollars with Adidas (21)
Can't have a ticket, nigga, off my
Take this shit to trial, nigga, I'm gon' it
my lean, it got me heated
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 at Saint Laurent, I made a pit stop
Young Savage around with 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 from the smoke, nigga, not me (on God)
Rich Chigga, 21 Savage, now O.D. (21)

Yeah, up about, uh, 6
Think money, then 'bout this
I got nothin' on my wrist but
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
man say he getting money
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
made me sad and then I dip
Ayy, Brian learnin' how to it (damn)
'round him go in circles
Head is with no fidget (recipe)
Used to play the though
Never it, no, no
Lil' Brian didn't see the picture
on my own beats so
One hundred 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 take your bitch (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Who that beat? (yeah, ayy, yuh)
I did, ayy

Got ass on me
Sound like I'm from New York
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)