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

Rest in power, it's all about
Squeeze two lemons and really all you'll have is sour
Diesel, niggas'll smoke your ass to have the
Riding around in an all coupe
Couple of pigeons that's ready to shoot,
Ducking and bucking and and dropping
With 48 ounces and cigarette
Fucking around with the up echelon, they will turn you to and I hope you be gone
Envelope, overload, cranium overdose, 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, with a past
Key in ignition, on the gas
None of you niggas is acting jab
Gold in the Glock and a Cybertech mask
gun, particles, turn you into molecules
Planet shrooms, planet shrooms, take you to my panic room

Yeah,
Yeah, yeah,
All these stealin' my style, can I get my flow back?
Yeah, bop on bitch like Kodak
Yeah, you know dat
Yeah, I push your shit all (woop woop)
Told that I got money, ayy (woop)
Countin' them hundreds, nothing, ayy
Told lil bitch I got money, ayy
Told lil bitch that's it nothing, ayy (skrt, skrt, tied)
Hit that right from the back, she got turkey, I knock out that bitch like it's stuffing, ew (skrt, skrt, tied, ok!)
Told that lil bitch that I'm it
that lil bitch that I'm with it
Ay, wait, 21, Lil Boat, (win)
Curry cut your throat, yeah (yeah)
Kodak do the most, (win)
Told that lil bitch I got all the (uhh)
I this shit is just nothing (uhh)
I be dancin' right up on that bitch, yeah
What you be
That boy not gang, no that boy not my
I with my gang the same gang that felt all of my pain
I was struggling through the rain
I had no guala, no ice
Wasn't no food but
All of bitches they want me but they get 1Night
Fuck 'em, I give a what you sayin'
Bitch nigga I ain't playing
I'm my fetty
team up and we ready
Fuck up nigga 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
Young nigga I don't 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 this yola (21)
Hundred round drum on the bottom of that (do-do-do-do)
Chop a down like a fucking lawnmower (grrrrrr)
AK47 'round my shoulder (21)
Pull up in a Rover I pull off in a Fisker
Pulled up on your bitch, she sucked my and then you kissed her (goddamn)
Young savage bitch, and I play 'round with them swishers (hmm?)
I just them woods (yeah)
Bitch I'm the hood (yeah)
Zone 6, Bouldercrest road, you go there
21 Gang bitch, (21, 21, 21)
I'm in NYC, I I got a fucking show there (yeah)
Hold up, Rolex on my
Rolex on my bitch (what?), 30 on my (what?)
30 to your (yeah), 60 to your face (yeah)
90 to face (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 motherfucking nigga, up (yeah)
I pulled 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, lil sour ass streets
Damn homie, I'm the one who let your ass eat
And you was hungry, I ain't have to let your ass eat
My G-Wayne got off of manslaughter last week
Gave my dog a buck fifty, that brought me back three
I'ma- a nigga broad and get up all in them cheeks,
dead fly