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 all you'll have is sour
Diesel, niggas'll smoke your ass to the juice
Riding in an all black coupe
Couple of that's ready to shoot, shit
and bucking and dodging and dropping
With 48 and cigarette butts
Fucking around with the up echelon, they will you to cubes and I hope you be gone
Envelope, overload, cranium overdose, Denny Cascade, what the fuck is the
clack, get powed, bitch it's a wrap
Tierra my witness, I for a nap
and restless, return with a past
Key in ignition, on the gas
None of you niggas is acting jab
Gold teeth in the Glock and a mask
Ring gun, particles, turn you into
Planet shrooms, shrooms, I'll take you to my panic room

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 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 lil bitch that I'm with it
Ay, wait, 21, Lil Boat, (win)
Denzel cut your throat, yeah (yeah)
do the most, yeah (win)
Told that lil bitch I got all the (uhh)
I this shit is just nothing (uhh)
I just be dancin' right up on bitch, yeah
What you be
That boy not gang, no boy not my friend
I hang 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 these they want me but they get 1Night
Fuck 'em, I a fuck what you sayin'
Bitch nigga know I playing
I'm 'bout my
Sailing up and we ready
Fuck up nigga if he talking too heavy
I'm it, chains on my neck cost me 20
Look at your diamonds, your diamonds cloudy
They fake, nigga in the Gucci Stans
Fuck with me if you die
Young nigga I don't no suit and ties
no
Lil Boat!

21, 21, 21, 21, 21, 21
I sent my to the store 'cause we ran out of soda (what?)
Bitch I'm tryna cook 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 then I off in a Fisker
Pulled up on your bitch, she sucked my dick and you kissed her (goddamn)
Young savage bitch, and I don't play 'round them swishers (hmm?)
I just them woods (yeah)
Bitch I'm from the (yeah)
6, Bouldercrest road, you can't go there
21 Gang bitch, (21, 21, 21)
I'm in NYC, I think I got a fucking show (yeah)
Hold up, Rolex on my
on my bitch (what?), 30 on my waist (what?)
30 to face (yeah), 60 to your face (yeah)
90 to your face (yeah), that's a case (yeah)
You an old nigga, man you up
Young savage, man I got my car 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 picked this 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 have to let your sorry ass eat
My cousin G-Wayne got off of manslaughter last
Gave my dog a buck fifty, that nigga me back three
I'ma- a nigga and get up all in them cheeks, tied
dead fly