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

Rest in power, it's all about
Squeeze two lemons together and really all you'll is sour
Diesel, niggas'll smoke your ass to the juice
Riding around in an all coupe
Couple of pigeons ready to shoot, shit
Ducking and bucking and dodging and
With 48 and cigarette butts
Fucking around the up echelon, they will turn you to cubes and I hope you be gone
Envelope, overload, cranium overdose, Denny Cascade, the fuck is the halves
clack, get powed, bitch it's a wrap
Tierra my witness, I for a nap
Youngin' and restless, return a past
Key in ignition, on the gas
None of you is acting that jab
Gold in the Glock and a Cybertech mask
gun, particles, turn you into 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 like
Yeah, you know dat
Yeah, I push your all back (woop woop)
that bitch I got money, ayy (woop)
Countin' hundreds, it's 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 out that bitch like it's stuffing, ew (skrt, skrt, tied, ok!)
Told that lil bitch that I'm 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 this shit is just (uhh)
I just be dancin' right up on that bitch,
you be stuntin'?
That boy not gang, no boy not my friend
I hang with my gang the gang that felt all of my pain
When I was struggling through the
I had no guala, no ice
Wasn't no food but
All of these bitches they want me but they get
'em, I give a fuck what you sayin'
Bitch nigga know I ain't
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 your diamonds, your look cloudy
They fake, nigga in the Gucci Stans
with me if you wanna die
Young I don't wear no suit and ties
no
Lil Boat!

21, 21, 21, 21, 21, 21
I sent my bitch to the 'cause we ran out of soda (what?)
Bitch I'm tryna cook this (21)
Hundred round drum on the bottom of shit (do-do-do-do)
Chop a nigga down like a fucking (grrrrrr)
AK47 'round my motherfucking (21)
Pull up in a Rover then I off in a Fisker
up on your bitch, she sucked my dick and then you kissed her (goddamn)
Young savage bitch, and I play 'round with them swishers (hmm?)
I smoke them woods (yeah)
Bitch I'm from the (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)
up, Rolex on my wrist
Rolex on my bitch (what?), 30 on my (what?)
30 to your (yeah), 60 to your face (yeah)
90 to your face (yeah), 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 pulled up in a motherfucking Brink's
21, 21, 21, 21, 21, 21

Who the fuck picked this lil sorry ass
I'm from the ugly corner man, them lil sour ass
Damn homie, I'm the one who let your ass eat
And you was hungry, I have to let your sorry ass eat
My G-Wayne got off of manslaughter last week
my dog a buck fifty, that nigga brought me back three
I'ma- a nigga broad and get up all in cheeks, tied
dead fly