Luyện nghe bài hát Crisis

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

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

27 shows, I go through every now and then
I the crowd, they 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 hear the drum
But understand I'm out for a reason
Li-livin' in my own home, father miss me I
But also he know I'm on a mission (mission)

I got on my fist and shit
on my wrist and shit
So icy, bitch, I'm than a freezer (bling-blaow)
My main bitch (21), side bitch trippin'
Bitch I love ya'll both but none of y'all no keepers
leave ya, Rolls Royce look like Jeepers Creepers (21)
Made a million dollars Adidas (21)
Can't have a ticket, nigga, off my
Take shit to trial, nigga, I'm gon' beat it
Spilt my lean, it got me
Say it one time, I repeat 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, that's hip-hop (facts)
Car too fast, 12 stop me (skrrt)
Bitch too bad, hoes fuck 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, 'bout this
I got nothin' on my wrist but
still gladly take your (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Who produced that (yeah, ayy, yuh)
I did, ayy

She act a bird
I wear made out of fur
Your man say he getting
that he's entrepreneur
Fast car like & Furious
She throw it back,
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 me sad and then I dip
Ayy, Brian learnin' how to it (damn)
'round him go in circles
Head is with no fidget (recipe)
to play the drums though
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 this
I got nothin' on my but I'll
still take your bitch (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Who produced that (yeah, ayy, yuh)
I did, ayy

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