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

Rest in power, it's all power
Squeeze two lemons together and really all you'll have is
Diesel, niggas'll smoke ass to have the juice
Riding in an all black coupe
Couple of that's ready to shoot, shit
Ducking and and dodging and dropping
With 48 ounces and cigarette
Fucking around with the up echelon, they will you to cubes and I hope you be gone
Envelope, overload, cranium overdose, Denny Cascade, the fuck is the halves
Click clack, get powed, it's a wrap
Tierra my witness, I for a nap
Youngin' and restless, with 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, shrooms, I'll 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' 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 knock out that bitch like stuffing, ew (skrt, skrt, tied, ok!)
that lil bitch that 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 this shit is just nothing (uhh)
I just be dancin' right up on bitch, yeah
What you be
boy not gang, no that boy not my friend
I hang with my gang the same gang that felt all of my
When I was struggling the rain
I had no guala, no ice
Wasn't no food but
All of these bitches they want me but get 1Night
Fuck 'em, I give a fuck what you
Bitch know I ain't playing
I'm 'bout my
Sailing up and we ready
Fuck up that nigga if he too heavy
I'm bout it, 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 nigga I don't wear no and ties
no
Lil Boat!

21, 21, 21, 21, 21, 21
I my bitch to the store 'cause we ran out of soda (what?)
Bitch I'm tryna cook yola (21)
Hundred round drum on the bottom of shit (do-do-do-do)
Chop a nigga down like a lawnmower (grrrrrr)
'round my motherfucking 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)
savage bitch, and I don't play 'round with them swishers (hmm?)
I just them woods (yeah)
I'm from the hood (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
on my bitch (what?), 30 on my waist (what?)
30 to your face (yeah), 60 to your (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 Brink's truck
21, 21, 21, 21, 21, 21

Who the fuck picked this lil ass beat?
I'm from the ugly 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 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