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 the juice
Riding around in an all coupe
Couple of that's ready to shoot, shit
Ducking and bucking and dodging and
With 48 ounces and cigarette
Fucking with the up echelon, they will turn you to cubes and I hope you be gone
Envelope, overload, cranium overdose, Denny Cascade, what the fuck is the
clack, get powed, bitch it's a wrap
Tierra my witness, I for a nap
Youngin' and restless, return with a
Key in ignition, on the gas
None of you is acting that jab
Gold teeth in the Glock and a mask
Ring gun, particles, you into molecules
Planet shrooms, planet shrooms, I'll you to my panic room

Yeah,
Yeah, yeah,
All these stealin' my style, can I get my flow back?
Yeah, bop on that bitch Kodak
Yeah, you know 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
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 it's stuffing, ew (skrt, skrt, tied, ok!)
Told that lil bitch that I'm it
that lil bitch that I'm with it
Ay, wait, 21, Lil Boat, (win)
Denzel Curry cut throat, yeah (yeah)
do the most, yeah (win)
Told that lil bitch I got all the (uhh)
I swear shit is just nothing (uhh)
I just be dancin' right up on that bitch,
you be stuntin'?
That boy not gang, no that boy not my
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 food but
All of bitches they want me but they get 1Night
Fuck 'em, I give a fuck you sayin'
Bitch nigga know I playing
I'm my fetty
Sailing team up and we
Fuck up that if he talking too heavy
I'm bout it, chains on my neck me 20
Look at your diamonds, your diamonds look
They fake, young nigga in the Gucci
Fuck me if you wanna 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?)
Bitch I'm tryna cook this (21)
Hundred round drum on the of that shit (do-do-do-do)
Chop a nigga down like a lawnmower (grrrrrr)
AK47 'round my shoulder (21)
Pull up in a Rover then I pull off in a
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)
6, Bouldercrest road, you can't go there
21 bitch, yeah (21, 21, 21)
I'm in NYC, I think I got a show there (yeah)
up, Rolex on my wrist
Rolex on my (what?), 30 on my waist (what?)
30 to your face (yeah), 60 to your (yeah)
90 to your (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 up in a motherfucking Brink's truck
21, 21, 21, 21, 21, 21

Who the fuck picked this lil sorry ass
I'm from the corner 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 cousin G-Wayne got off of manslaughter last
Gave my dog a buck fifty, nigga brought me back three
I'ma- a nigga broad and get up all in them cheeks,
They fly