Luyện nghe bài hát Crisis

Yeah, up about, uh, 6
Think 'bout money, 'bout this
I got on my wrist 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, gon' in it
She know that I do the (music)
cook at home, I'm tryna to save up
Tryna do my friends favors
her head, she facin' backwards (backwards, ayy)

27 shows, I go cities every now and then
I watch the crowd, they jumpin', 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 hear the drum
But understand I'm out for a reason
in my own home, father miss me I know
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 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)
Can't have a ticket, nigga, off my
Take this shit to trial, nigga, I'm beat it
my lean, it got me heated
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 made a pit
Young Savage walk around with the big (21)
With that .30 hangin' out, nigga hip-hop (facts)
Car too fast, 12 can't 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
Think money, then 'bout 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 a bird
I wear shit out of fur
Your man say he getting
Claim that entrepreneur
Fast car Fast & Furious
She throw it back,
I'm sittin' in somebody's BMW this
Not my whip, not my
Rather or take a Lyft
On a trip, I hit the
That me sad and then I dip
Ayy, Brian how to live it (damn)
People him go in circles
Head is spinnin' with no (recipe)
to play the drums though
Never it, no, no
Lil' didn't see the bigger picture
on my own beats so
One hundred percent
to my lil' pockets and I keep it

Yeah, up about, uh, 6
'bout money, then 'bout this
I got nothin' on my but I'll
gladly 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 know I do the music (music)
cook at home, I'm tryna to save up
Tryna do my friends some
Gave her head, she facin' (backwards, ayy)