Luyện nghe bài hát Crisis

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

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

27 shows, I go through every now and then
I watch the crowd, they jumpin', 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 me to call home, I can hear the drum roll
But understand I'm out for a reason
in my own home, father 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 colder a freezer (bling-blaow)
My main bitch bitchin' (21), bitch trippin'
Bitch I love ya'll both but none of ain't no keepers
I'll leave ya, Rolls Royce like Jeepers Creepers (21)
Made a million with Adidas (21)
have a ticket, nigga, off my beeper
Take this to trial, nigga, I'm gon' beat it
Spilt my lean, it got me
Say it one time, I don't it
Baby, get down on knees and eat it (eat it, eat it)
Walking out of V with the big box
Yeah I at Saint Laurent, I made a pit stop
Savage walk around with the big Glock (21)
With that .30 hangin' out, that's hip-hop (facts)
Car too fast, 12 can't me (skrrt)
too bad, hoes can't fuck 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 'bout money, 'bout 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 money
Claim he's entrepreneur
Fast car like & Furious
She it back, Delorean
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 spinnin' with no (recipe)
Used to play the though
liked it, no, no
Lil' Brian didn't see the bigger
on my own beats so
One hundred goes
Straight to my pockets and I keep it

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 that beat? (yeah, ayy, yuh)
I did, ayy

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