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

Rest in power, all about power
Squeeze two lemons and really all you'll have is sour
Diesel, smoke your ass to have the juice
Riding around in an all coupe
Couple of pigeons that's ready to shoot,
Ducking and bucking and 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 fuck is the
Click clack, get powed, it's a wrap
my witness, I pray for a nap
Youngin' and restless, return a past
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 take you to my panic

Yeah,
Yeah, yeah,
All these niggas stealin' my style, can I get my flow
Yeah, bop on that like Kodak
Yeah, bitch you dat
Yeah, I your shit all back (woop woop)
that bitch I got money, ayy (woop)
Countin' hundreds, it's nothing, ayy
Told that lil I got money, ayy
that lil bitch that's 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 that I'm with it
Told lil bitch that I'm with it
Ay, wait, 21, Lil Boat, (win)
Denzel Curry cut your throat, (yeah)
Kodak do the most, (win)
Told lil bitch I got all the money (uhh)
I swear this shit is 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
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 fuck what you
Bitch nigga I ain't playing
I'm 'bout my
team 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 look
They fake, young nigga in the 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 bitch to the store 'cause we ran out of (what?)
I'm tryna cook this yola (21)
Hundred round drum on the bottom of shit (do-do-do-do)
Chop a nigga down like a fucking (grrrrrr)
AK47 'round my shoulder (21)
Pull up in a Rover then I pull off in a
Pulled up on bitch, she sucked my dick and then 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)
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, Rolex on my
Rolex on my bitch (what?), 30 on my (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
Pulled up on a motherfucking nigga, 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 corner man, them 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 got off of manslaughter last week
Gave my dog a buck fifty, that brought me back three
a nigga broad and get up all in them cheeks, tied
They fly