Luyện nghe bài hát Crisis

Yeah, up about, uh, 6
'bout money, then 'bout this
I got nothin' on my but I'll
still take your bitch (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 that I do the (music)
Always 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, 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 I'm out here for a reason
Li-livin' in my own home, miss me I know
But also he 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 than a (bling-blaow)
My main bitch bitchin' (21), bitch trippin'
Bitch I love both but none of y'all ain't no keepers
I'll leave ya, Rolls Royce look like Jeepers (21)
Made a million with Adidas (21)
have a ticket, nigga, off my beeper
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 knees and eat it (eat it, eat it)
Walking out of Louis V the big box
Yeah I pulled at Laurent, I made a pit stop
Young Savage walk with the big Glock (21)
With that .30 out, nigga that's hip-hop (facts)
Car too fast, 12 stop 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
'bout money, then 'bout this
I got nothin' on my wrist but
still take your bitch (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Who produced beat? (yeah, ayy, yuh)
I did, ayy

She act like a
I wear made out of fur
Your man say he getting
Claim that he's
Fast car Fast & Furious
She throw it back,
I'm in somebody's BMW recordin' this
Not my whip, not my
Rather walk or take a
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)
Used to the drums though
liked it, no, no
Lil' Brian see the bigger picture
on my own beats so
One hundred goes
to my lil' pockets and I keep it

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

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