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 black
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, Cascade, what the fuck is the halves
Click clack, get powed, bitch a wrap
my witness, I pray for a nap
Youngin' and restless, return a past
Key in ignition, on the gas
None of you niggas is acting jab
teeth in the Glock and a Cybertech mask
Ring gun, particles, turn you molecules
Planet shrooms, planet shrooms, take you to my panic room

Yeah,
Yeah, yeah,
All niggas stealin' my style, can I get my flow back?
Yeah, bop on that like Kodak
Yeah, you know dat
Yeah, I your shit all back (woop woop)
Told bitch I got money, ayy (woop)
Countin' them hundreds, nothing, ayy
Told lil bitch I got money, ayy
that 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 I'm with it
Told that lil bitch I'm with it
Ay, wait, 21, Lil Boat, (win)
Denzel cut your throat, yeah (yeah)
Kodak do the most, (win)
Told that lil I got all the money (uhh)
I swear this is just nothing (uhh)
I be dancin' right up on that bitch, yeah
you be stuntin'?
That boy not gang, no boy not my friend
I hang with my gang the same 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 bitches they want me but get 1Night
'em, I give a fuck what you sayin'
Bitch know I ain't playing
I'm my fetty
Sailing up and we ready
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, young nigga in the Gucci
Fuck me if you wanna die
Young nigga I wear no suit and ties
no
Lil Boat!

21, 21, 21, 21, 21, 21
I sent my bitch to the store we ran out of soda (what?)
I'm tryna cook this yola (21)
Hundred round on the bottom of that shit (do-do-do-do)
a nigga down like a fucking lawnmower (grrrrrr)
AK47 my motherfucking shoulder (21)
Pull up in a Rover I pull off in a Fisker
Pulled up on your bitch, she my dick and then you kissed her (goddamn)
Young savage bitch, and I don't play 'round with swishers (hmm?)
I just them woods (yeah)
Bitch I'm from the (yeah)
6, Bouldercrest road, you can't go there
21 bitch, yeah (21, 21, 21)
I'm in NYC, I think I got a fucking show (yeah)
up, Rolex 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), 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 Brink's truck
21, 21, 21, 21, 21, 21

Who the fuck picked this lil sorry ass
I'm from the corner man, them lil sour ass streets
homie, I'm the one who let your starving ass eat
And you was hungry, I ain't have to let sorry ass eat
My cousin G-Wayne got off of last week
Gave my dog a fifty, that nigga brought me back three
I'ma- a nigga broad and get up all in cheeks, tied
They fly