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

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

Yeah,
Yeah, yeah,
All these stealin' my style, can I get my flow back?
Yeah, bop on that bitch Kodak
Yeah, bitch you dat
Yeah, I push shit all back (woop woop)
Told bitch I got money, ayy (woop)
them hundreds, it's nothing, ayy
Told that lil I got money, ayy
that lil bitch that's it nothing, ayy (skrt, skrt, tied)
Hit that bitch from the back, she got turkey, I knock out that bitch like it's stuffing, ew (skrt, skrt, tied, ok!)
Told that lil bitch I'm with it
Told that lil that I'm with it
Ay, wait, 21, Lil Boat, (win)
Curry cut your throat, yeah (yeah)
Kodak do the most, (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
you be stuntin'?
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 they want me but they get 1Night
Fuck 'em, I give a fuck you sayin'
Bitch nigga I ain't playing
I'm my fetty
Sailing team up and we
Fuck up that if he talking too heavy
I'm bout it, chains on my neck me 20
Look at diamonds, your diamonds look cloudy
They fake, young in the Gucci Stans
Fuck me if you wanna die
nigga I don't 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?)
I'm tryna cook this yola (21)
Hundred round drum on the bottom of shit (do-do-do-do)
Chop a nigga down like a fucking (grrrrrr)
AK47 my motherfucking shoulder (21)
Pull up in a Rover I pull 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 with them swishers (hmm?)
I smoke them woods (yeah)
I'm from the hood (yeah)
Zone 6, Bouldercrest road, you can't go
21 Gang bitch, (21, 21, 21)
I'm in NYC, I think I got a show there (yeah)
Hold up, Rolex on my
Rolex on my (what?), 30 on my waist (what?)
30 to face (yeah), 60 to your face (yeah)
90 to your (yeah), that's a closed 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 up in a motherfucking Brink's truck
21, 21, 21, 21, 21, 21

Who the fuck picked this lil ass beat?
I'm from the ugly corner man, them lil ass streets
Damn homie, I'm the one who let starving ass eat
And you was hungry, I have to let your 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 broad and get up all in cheeks, tied
They fly