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

Rest in power, all about power
Squeeze two together and really all you'll have is sour
Diesel, smoke your ass to have the juice
Riding in an all black coupe
of pigeons that's ready to shoot, shit
Ducking and bucking and and dropping
With 48 ounces and butts
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
Tierra my witness, I for a nap
and restless, return with a past
Key in ignition, on the gas
None of you niggas is acting jab
Gold teeth in the Glock and a Cybertech
gun, particles, turn you into molecules
Planet shrooms, planet shrooms, I'll take you to my panic

Yeah,
Yeah, yeah,
All these niggas my style, can I get my flow back?
Yeah, bop on that bitch Kodak
Yeah, bitch you dat
Yeah, I push shit all back (woop woop)
Told bitch 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 bitch like it's stuffing, ew (skrt, skrt, tied, ok!)
Told lil bitch that I'm with it
that lil bitch that I'm with it
Ay, wait, 21, Lil Boat, (win)
Denzel cut your throat, yeah (yeah)
Kodak do the most, (win)
that lil bitch I got all the money (uhh)
I this shit is just nothing (uhh)
I just be dancin' right up on bitch, yeah
What you be
That boy not gang, no that boy not my
I hang with my gang the same gang that felt all of my
When I was struggling through the
I had no guala, no ice
Wasn't no but rice
All of these they want me but they get 1Night
Fuck 'em, I give a fuck you sayin'
Bitch nigga know I playing
I'm 'bout my
Sailing up and we ready
Fuck up that nigga if he too heavy
I'm it, chains on my neck cost me 20
Look at diamonds, your diamonds look cloudy
They fake, young in the Gucci 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 tryna cook yola (21)
Hundred round on the bottom of that shit (do-do-do-do)
a nigga down like a fucking lawnmower (grrrrrr)
AK47 'round my shoulder (21)
Pull up in a then I pull off in a Fisker
Pulled up on your bitch, she sucked my dick and then you her (goddamn)
Young bitch, and I don't play 'round with them swishers (hmm?)
I just them woods (yeah)
Bitch I'm the hood (yeah)
Zone 6, road, you can't go there
21 bitch, yeah (21, 21, 21)
I'm in NYC, I think I got a show there (yeah)
Hold up, on my wrist
Rolex on my bitch (what?), 30 on my (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
savage, man I got my car washed up
Pulled up on a motherfucking nigga, 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 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 G-Wayne got off of manslaughter last week
my dog a buck fifty, that nigga brought me back three
I'ma- a nigga and get up all in them cheeks, tied
They fly