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, niggas'll your ass to have the juice
Riding around in an all coupe
of pigeons that's ready to shoot, shit
Ducking and bucking and dodging and
48 ounces and cigarette butts
Fucking around with the up echelon, they will turn you to cubes and I you be gone
Envelope, overload, cranium overdose, Denny Cascade, the fuck is the halves
Click clack, get powed, bitch it's a
my witness, I pray for a nap
Youngin' and restless, with a past
Key in ignition, on the gas
None of you niggas is that jab
Gold in the Glock and a Cybertech mask
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 flow
Yeah, bop on that like Kodak
Yeah, you know dat
Yeah, I push shit all back (woop woop)
Told that I got money, ayy (woop)
them hundreds, it's nothing, ayy
Told that lil I got money, ayy
Told that lil that's it nothing, ayy (skrt, skrt, tied)
Hit that bitch right from the back, she got turkey, I knock out that bitch like stuffing, ew (skrt, skrt, tied, ok!)
Told that lil that I'm with it
Told that lil that I'm with it
Ay, wait, 21, Lil Boat, (win)
Denzel Curry cut your throat, (yeah)
do the most, yeah (win)
Told lil bitch I got all the money (uhh)
I swear shit is just nothing (uhh)
I be dancin' right up on that bitch, yeah
What you be
boy not gang, no that boy not my friend
I hang with my gang the same gang felt all of my pain
When I was through the rain
I had no guala, no ice
Wasn't no food but
All of these bitches they want me but they get
Fuck 'em, I give a fuck you sayin'
Bitch know I ain't playing
I'm 'bout my
Sailing up and we ready
Fuck up that nigga if he talking too
I'm bout it, chains on my cost me 20
Look at diamonds, your diamonds look cloudy
They fake, young nigga in the Stans
with me if you wanna die
Young nigga I wear no suit and ties
no
Lil Boat!

21, 21, 21, 21, 21, 21
I my bitch to the store 'cause we ran out of soda (what?)
Bitch I'm tryna cook yola (21)
Hundred round on the bottom of that shit (do-do-do-do)
Chop a nigga like a fucking lawnmower (grrrrrr)
AK47 'round my motherfucking (21)
Pull up in a then I pull off in a Fisker
Pulled up on your bitch, she my dick and then you kissed her (goddamn)
Young savage bitch, and I don't play 'round them swishers (hmm?)
I just smoke them (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 fucking show (yeah)
up, Rolex on my wrist
Rolex on my (what?), 30 on my waist (what?)
30 to your face (yeah), 60 to your (yeah)
90 to your face (yeah), that's a closed (yeah)
You an old nigga, man you up
Young savage, man I got my car up
up on a motherfucking nigga, wrapped up (yeah)
Then I pulled up in a motherfucking truck
21, 21, 21, 21, 21, 21

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