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

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

Yeah,
Yeah, yeah,
All niggas stealin' my style, can I get my flow back?
Yeah, bop on that bitch Kodak
Yeah, bitch you dat
Yeah, I push your shit all (woop woop)
Told that I got money, ayy (woop)
Countin' them hundreds, nothing, ayy
Told that lil I got money, ayy
that 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 I'm with it
Told 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 swear this 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 with my gang the same gang 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 bitches they want me but they get
Fuck 'em, I give a what you sayin'
Bitch nigga know I ain't
I'm 'bout my
Sailing team up and we
Fuck up that nigga if he talking too
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 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 this yola (21)
Hundred drum on the bottom of that shit (do-do-do-do)
Chop a down like a fucking lawnmower (grrrrrr)
AK47 'round my shoulder (21)
Pull up in a then I pull 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 'round with them swishers (hmm?)
I just 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 I got a fucking show there (yeah)
Hold up, on my wrist
Rolex on my (what?), 30 on my waist (what?)
30 to face (yeah), 60 to your face (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 Brink's
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 sorry ass eat
My cousin G-Wayne got off of manslaughter last
Gave my dog a fifty, that nigga brought me back three
I'ma- a broad and get up all in them cheeks, tied
dead fly