Luyện nghe bài hát Crisis

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

27 shows, I go through every now and then
I watch the crowd, jumpin', watchin' 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 understand I'm out for a reason
Li-livin' in my own home, miss me I know
But he know that I'm on a mission (mission)

I got diamonds on my fist and
on my wrist and shit
So icy, bitch, I'm than a freezer (bling-blaow)
My main bitch bitchin' (21), side trippin'
Bitch I ya'll both but none of y'all ain't no keepers
I'll leave ya, Rolls Royce look like Creepers (21)
a million dollars 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 on your knees 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 walk with the big Glock (21)
that .30 hangin' out, nigga that's hip-hop (facts)
Car too fast, 12 can't me (skrrt)
Bitch too bad, hoes fuck me (21)
You was running the smoke, nigga, not me (on God)
Chigga, 21 Savage, now it's O.D. (21)

Yeah, up about, uh, 6
Think money, then 'bout 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

She act a bird
I wear made out of fur
Your man say he getting
Claim that entrepreneur
Fast car like Fast &
She it back, Delorean
I'm sittin' in somebody's BMW recordin'
Not my whip, not my
Rather walk or a Lyft
On a trip, I hit the
That made me sad and I dip
Ayy, learnin' how to live it (damn)
People him go in circles
Head is spinnin' no fidget (recipe)
Used to play the though
liked it, no, no
Lil' Brian didn't see the picture
on my own beats so
One hundred percent
Straight to my pockets and I keep it

Yeah, up about, uh, 6
'bout money, then 'bout this
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
like I'm from New York City
Airbnb, fuck in it
She know I do the music (music)
Always at home, I'm tryna to save up
Tryna do my friends favors
Gave her head, she facin' (backwards, ayy)