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

Rest in power, it's all power
Squeeze two lemons and really all you'll have is sour
Diesel, niggas'll your ass to have the juice
Riding around in an all black
of pigeons that's ready to shoot, shit
Ducking and bucking and dodging and
48 ounces and cigarette butts
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
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 niggas is that jab
Gold teeth in the Glock and a Cybertech
Ring gun, particles, you into 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, 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 that lil bitch it nothing, ayy (skrt, skrt, tied)
Hit that bitch right 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 that lil bitch that I'm it
Ay, wait, 21, Lil Boat, (win)
Denzel Curry cut your throat, (yeah)
do the most, yeah (win)
Told that lil I got all the money (uhh)
I swear shit is just nothing (uhh)
I just be dancin' up on that bitch, yeah
you be stuntin'?
That boy not gang, no that boy not my
I with my gang the same gang that felt all of my pain
When I was struggling through the
I had no guala, no ice
Wasn't no but rice
All of these bitches they me but they get 1Night
Fuck 'em, I give a what you sayin'
Bitch nigga know I ain't
I'm 'bout my
team up and we ready
Fuck up that nigga if he talking too
I'm bout it, chains on my cost me 20
Look at your diamonds, your look cloudy
They fake, nigga in the Gucci Stans
with me if you wanna die
Young nigga I don't wear no 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 nigga down like a lawnmower (grrrrrr)
AK47 my motherfucking shoulder (21)
Pull up in a Rover then I 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 'round with them swishers (hmm?)
I just smoke them (yeah)
Bitch I'm from the (yeah)
Zone 6, road, you can't go there
21 bitch, yeah (21, 21, 21)
I'm in NYC, I I got a fucking show there (yeah)
Hold up, on my wrist
Rolex on my bitch (what?), 30 on my (what?)
30 to face (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 nigga, wrapped 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, them lil 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 week
Gave my dog a fifty, that nigga brought me back three
I'ma- a nigga broad and get up all in cheeks, tied
dead fly