Luyện nghe bài hát Dat Sound Good

Dat good there

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

Dat good there

I'm in tip-top condition, with a ambition
I'm of hip-hop, I should be in the damn kitchen
Whippin' somethin' for the chosen clientele
All the smoke that I inhale, I'm to be high as Hell
But a twisted figure of speech, Hell is below you
I'm guaranteed Heaven before I'm the soil
with the squad, that's how you get sent to God, dog
You know it's backwards to go God, dog
Whoever gets a of the base is loaded like the World Series
Steve Jobs died, now the world
(I respect you) and that's serious as a heart
I'm an artifact, we question if your art is fact
In fact, you gassed up you're 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 good there

A bunch of poison in my blood
Now it's gettin' ugly, I be another junky
How lucky am I to still be I'm goin' crazy
Bought a Mercedes with I raised for Haiti
Abducted Brenda's baby, sold it to a gay
Take too, high enough to juggle with some space shuttles
Your worst nightmare, all the white air
Inhale, exhale (that sound good there)
Yeah, the unforgettable bicentennial mint
Born an idea, was a man
I'm Ab-Soul the asshole, Nickel Nine and Primo
Shit, Larry Fish, he brought the technicolor dream
I'm spittin' on the face of
You internet rappers with no matter, I you
I ain't human, more a of illusions
Live confusion, if you see 'em, shoot 'em

Dat sound there