Luyện nghe bài hát Denzel Curry Kodak Black 21 Savage Lil Uzi Vert Cypher

Rest in power, it's all power
Squeeze two lemons together and really all have is sour
Diesel, niggas'll smoke your ass to have the
around in an all black coupe
Couple of pigeons that's to shoot, shit
Ducking and and dodging and dropping
With 48 ounces and cigarette
Fucking around with the up echelon, they will turn you to cubes and I hope you be
Envelope, overload, cranium overdose, Denny Cascade, what the fuck is the
Click clack, get powed, bitch a wrap
Tierra my witness, I for a nap
Youngin' and restless, with a past
Key in ignition, on the gas
None of you niggas is that jab
teeth in the Glock and a Cybertech mask
Ring gun, particles, turn you molecules
Planet shrooms, planet shrooms, I'll take you to my panic

Yeah,
Yeah, yeah,
All these niggas stealin' my style, can I get my flow
Yeah, bop on that like Kodak
Yeah, you know dat
Yeah, I push shit all back (woop woop)
that bitch I got money, ayy (woop)
Countin' them hundreds, nothing, ayy
that lil bitch I got money, ayy
Told lil bitch that's it nothing, ayy (skrt, skrt, tied)
Hit that bitch right from the back, she got turkey, I knock out that like it's stuffing, ew (skrt, skrt, tied, ok!)
Told that lil bitch that I'm it
Told that lil bitch that I'm it
Ay, wait, 21, Lil Boat, (win)
Denzel Curry cut your throat, (yeah)
do the most, yeah (win)
Told that lil bitch I got all the (uhh)
I swear shit is just nothing (uhh)
I just be dancin' right up on bitch, yeah
What you be
That boy not gang, no that boy not my
I hang with my gang the same gang that felt all of my
When I was struggling the rain
I had no guala, no ice
Wasn't no food but
All of these bitches they me but they get 1Night
'em, I give a fuck what you sayin'
Bitch nigga I ain't playing
I'm my fetty
team up and we ready
Fuck up that if he talking too heavy
I'm bout it, chains on my cost me 20
Look at your diamonds, your diamonds cloudy
fake, young nigga in the Gucci Stans
Fuck me if you wanna die
Young nigga I wear no suit and ties
no
Lil Boat!

21, 21, 21, 21, 21, 21
I sent my bitch to the 'cause we ran out of soda (what?)
Bitch I'm cook this yola (21)
Hundred drum on the bottom of that shit (do-do-do-do)
Chop a down like a fucking lawnmower (grrrrrr)
'round my motherfucking shoulder (21)
Pull up in a Rover then I off in a Fisker
up on your bitch, she sucked my dick and then you kissed her (goddamn)
Young savage bitch, and I don't play 'round with them (hmm?)
I smoke them woods (yeah)
Bitch I'm from the (yeah)
Zone 6, road, you can't go there
21 bitch, yeah (21, 21, 21)
I'm in NYC, I think I got a show there (yeah)
up, Rolex on my wrist
Rolex on my bitch (what?), 30 on my (what?)
30 to face (yeah), 60 to your face (yeah)
90 to your face (yeah), that's a closed (yeah)
You an old nigga, man you up
savage, man I got my car washed up
Pulled up on a nigga, wrapped up (yeah)
I pulled up in a motherfucking Brink's truck
21, 21, 21, 21, 21, 21

Who the fuck picked lil sorry ass beat?
I'm from the ugly man, them lil sour ass streets
Damn homie, I'm the one who let your ass eat
And you was hungry, I ain't to let your sorry ass eat
My cousin G-Wayne got off of manslaughter week
my dog a buck fifty, that nigga brought me back three
I'ma- a nigga broad and get up all in them cheeks,
They fly