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 smoke your ass to have the
Riding in an all black coupe
Couple of that's ready to shoot, shit
Ducking and bucking and 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, overdose, Denny Cascade, what the fuck is the halves
Click clack, get powed, it's a wrap
my witness, I pray for a nap
Youngin' and restless, return with a
Key in ignition, on the gas
None of you niggas is acting jab
Gold in the Glock and a Cybertech mask
Ring gun, particles, you into molecules
Planet shrooms, shrooms, I'll take you to my panic room

Yeah,
Yeah, yeah,
All these stealin' my style, can I get my flow back?
Yeah, bop on that bitch like
Yeah, you know dat
Yeah, I your shit all back (woop woop)
Told that I got money, ayy (woop)
Countin' them hundreds, nothing, ayy
Told lil bitch I got money, ayy
Told that lil that's it nothing, ayy (skrt, skrt, tied)
Hit that bitch right from the back, she got turkey, I knock out that bitch it's stuffing, ew (skrt, skrt, tied, ok!)
that lil bitch that I'm with it
Told that lil that 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 shit is 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 all of my pain
When I was through the rain
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 know I ain't playing
I'm 'bout my
Sailing up and we ready
Fuck up that if he talking too heavy
I'm bout it, on my neck cost me 20
Look at your diamonds, your diamonds cloudy
They fake, young nigga in the Stans
with me if you wanna die
Young nigga I don't wear no suit and
no
Lil Boat!

21, 21, 21, 21, 21, 21
I sent my bitch to the store we ran out of soda (what?)
Bitch I'm cook this yola (21)
Hundred drum on the bottom of that shit (do-do-do-do)
Chop a nigga down a fucking lawnmower (grrrrrr)
'round my motherfucking shoulder (21)
Pull up in a Rover I pull off in a Fisker
Pulled up on your bitch, she sucked my and then you kissed her (goddamn)
Young bitch, and I don't play 'round with them swishers (hmm?)
I just smoke woods (yeah)
Bitch I'm from the (yeah)
Zone 6, road, you can't go there
21 Gang bitch, (21, 21, 21)
I'm in NYC, I think I got a fucking show (yeah)
Hold up, Rolex on my
Rolex on my (what?), 30 on my waist (what?)
30 to your face (yeah), 60 to face (yeah)
90 to face (yeah), that's a closed case (yeah)
You an old nigga, man you up
Young savage, man I got my car up
Pulled up on a motherfucking nigga, up (yeah)
Then I pulled up in a motherfucking Brink's
21, 21, 21, 21, 21, 21

Who the picked this lil sorry 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 ain't to let your sorry ass eat
My cousin G-Wayne got off of manslaughter week
Gave my dog a buck fifty, nigga brought me back three
I'ma- a nigga and get up all in them cheeks, tied
They fly