Luyện nghe bài hát Dat Sound Good

Dat sound there

I'm just a - I'm a -
(Dat sound right here)
I'm just a regular chilling with thugs and
I got deceased contacts in my I never delete
I keep my plugged into Heaven
Somebody nudge the
Tell him I'm selling a white like I'm Starbucks, Uggs and leggings
All of these and kissy emojis killin' my foe, G
All of these killin' 'em for me
I told her I'ma but still I'm a OG
Wish I could go back in and keep it real with my old lady
I asked if she'd rather with a dope tree
Or she rather deal with my cold feet
a wild question
May the best man win and may I be the man I can be
Everywhere I'm at but my
Get live rounds from guns that are
you wouldn't bow down like the front of the Titanic
You're gonna die,
I'm bringin' drama through your homicidio like I'm say "homicide" in Spanish
My nigga Ortiz said

Dat sound there

I'm in tip-top condition, with a ambition
I'm sick of hip-hop, I should be in the kitchen
Whippin' somethin' potent for the clientele
All the smoke I inhale, I'm 'posed to be high as Hell
But that's a twisted figure of speech, is below you
I'm guaranteed before I'm beneath the soil
Toyin' with the squad, that's how you get to God, dog
You know it's backwards to go God, dog
gets a whiff of the base is loaded like the World Series
Steve Jobs died, now the Siris
(I respect you) and that's as a heart attack
I'm an artifact, we question if your art is fact
In fact, you gassed up like hard to match
Leave you ablaze, your remains
I'm the leader of game, old school or new
Old Soul, but my is new

Dat good there

A of poison in my blood stream
Now it's ugly, I must be another junky
How lucky am I to still be alive? I'm crazy
Bought a Mercedes money I raised for Haiti
Abducted Brenda's baby, sold it to a gay
Take drugs too, enough to juggle with some space shuttles
Your nightmare, breathin' all the white air
Inhale, exhale (that sound good there)
Yeah, the unforgettable walkin' mint
an idea, was never a man
I'm with Ab-Soul the asshole, Nickel Nine and
Shit, Larry Fish, he brought the technicolor dream
I'm spittin' on the of evil
You internet rappers no matter, I delete you
I ain't human, more a movement of
Live confusion, if you see 'em, shoot 'em

Dat sound there