Luyện nghe bài hát Dat Sound Good

Dat good there

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

Dat sound there

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

Dat sound good

A bunch of in my blood stream
Now it's ugly, I must be another junky
How lucky am I to still be alive? I'm goin'
Bought a Mercedes with money I raised for
Abducted Brenda's baby, it to a gay couple
Take drugs too, high to juggle with some space shuttles
Your nightmare, breathin' all the white air
Inhale, exhale (that sound right there)
Yeah, the unforgettable walkin' bicentennial
Born an idea, was 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 with no matter, I delete you
I ain't human, a movement of illusions
Live from confusion, if you see 'em, 'em

Dat sound there