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

Rest in power, all about power
Squeeze two lemons and really all you'll have is sour
Diesel, smoke your ass to have the juice
Riding in an all black coupe
Couple of pigeons that's ready to shoot,
Ducking and bucking and and dropping
48 ounces and cigarette butts
Fucking with the up echelon, they will turn you to cubes and I hope you be gone
Envelope, overload, cranium overdose, Cascade, what the fuck is the halves
clack, get powed, bitch it's a wrap
Tierra my witness, I for a nap
Youngin' and restless, return with a
Key in ignition, on the gas
of you niggas is acting that jab
Gold teeth in the Glock and a Cybertech
Ring gun, particles, you into 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 back?
Yeah, bop on that bitch Kodak
Yeah, bitch you dat
Yeah, I your shit all back (woop woop)
Told that I got money, ayy (woop)
them hundreds, it's nothing, ayy
Told lil bitch I got money, ayy
Told lil bitch that's it nothing, ayy (skrt, skrt, tied)
Hit that bitch right the back, she got turkey, I knock out that bitch like it's stuffing, ew (skrt, skrt, tied, ok!)
that lil bitch that I'm with it
Told lil bitch that I'm with it
Ay, wait, 21, Lil Boat, (win)
Denzel cut your throat, yeah (yeah)
Kodak do the most, (win)
Told that lil I got all the money (uhh)
I swear this shit is nothing (uhh)
I just be right up on that bitch, yeah
What you be
That boy not gang, no that boy not my
I hang with my the same gang that felt all of my pain
When I was struggling the rain
I had no guala, no ice
Wasn't no but rice
All of these bitches they me but they get 1Night
Fuck 'em, I give a what you sayin'
Bitch nigga I ain't playing
I'm 'bout my
Sailing up and we ready
Fuck up that if he talking too heavy
I'm bout it, on my neck cost me 20
Look at your diamonds, your diamonds cloudy
They fake, young in the Gucci Stans
Fuck me if you wanna die
Young nigga I don't wear no and ties
no
Lil Boat!

21, 21, 21, 21, 21, 21
I sent my to the store 'cause we ran out of soda (what?)
I'm tryna cook this yola (21)
Hundred drum on the bottom of that shit (do-do-do-do)
Chop a nigga down like a lawnmower (grrrrrr)
AK47 'round my motherfucking (21)
Pull up in a Rover then I off in a Fisker
Pulled up on your bitch, she sucked my and then you kissed her (goddamn)
Young savage bitch, and I don't play 'round with them (hmm?)
I just them woods (yeah)
Bitch I'm from the (yeah)
Zone 6, Bouldercrest road, you can't go
21 bitch, yeah (21, 21, 21)
I'm in NYC, I think I got a fucking there (yeah)
Hold up, on my wrist
on my bitch (what?), 30 on my waist (what?)
30 to your (yeah), 60 to your face (yeah)
90 to your face (yeah), that's a case (yeah)
You an old nigga, man you up
savage, man I got my car washed up
Pulled up on a nigga, wrapped up (yeah)
Then I pulled up in a motherfucking Brink's
21, 21, 21, 21, 21, 21

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