Luyện nghe bài hát Draco

You not raise your voice at me
You know I got a pimp

Draco season with the
Backpack, got a little back
Hundreds on hundreds got a batch
You ain't ever get you bitch back
You ain't never get you bitch back
You ain't ever get you bitch back
You ain't ever get you bitch back
You ain't never get you bitch back

Lamborghini doors, but I never
around got a nigga pissed off
Nice little got stiff arm
Did the Heisman on the hoe got the arm
Fuck up that body Tyson or Holyfield,
wo wo wo wo wo
A of pills and I got my soda filled,
wo wo wo wo wo
Break out a sweat, I go head over heels for meals,
wo wo wo wo wo wo
She thinks she the one, but to me she ain't nothing but a
wo wo wo wo wo
I've been drippin' a god with her
I been all the fly what else
I been up garages what else
I gave her a French monage what
Close eyes eyes eyes
I'm about to slide slide
why why why
I in the sky sky sky
Molly, let me dance with her
Freestylin', let me with her
Sky Dweller, it was
Rose gold, it was

season with the bookbag
Rat tat, got a little kick
Hundreds on got a good batch
You never ever get you bitch back
You ain't ever get you bitch back
You ain't never ever get you back
You ain't never ever get you back
You ain't never ever get you back

Fuck up my bitch by the
Brought me from house to stage
I jump in the air
You know the love ain't
You killin' show us the proof
I got the juice
Chain different colors fruits
I like to hang out the
I got to my bitches
I'm putting on my bitches
I'll put chain on some snitches
I'm I'm back on my mission
Flex on a nigga no
all white, done gotta me
Playing hockey with the ice in the major
Thirty five at the Saint Reg
back shooter like KD
Back in the with the curry
Pourin' up xan hurt me
Pineapple drink syruppy
Fifty six I was 30
Styrofoam same patient
Heard you been bout the kid
Knowin' damn well a flagrant
I cancel two
I got me some new
Come out how I'm living
I got me some new
I got me new drip
Ain't got nothing to do it
give my bitch to you
If that what she to you

season with the bookbag
Rat tat, got a kick back
Hundreds on got a good batch
You ain't never ever get you bitch
You ain't never get you bitch back
You never ever get you bitch back
You ain't never get you bitch back
You ain't ever get you bitch back
season with the bookbag
Rat tat, got a little back
Hundreds on hundreds got a good
You never ever get you bitch back
You ain't ever get you bitch back
You ain't never get you bitch back
You ain't never get you bitch back
You ain't ever get you bitch back

I cruisin' in the deep
I'm up I got geeked
Misbehaving with ya
Can't tell she got
I was in her like veneers
comparing my career
Designer flooded the crib
Business for real
I a Fendi couch for my kids
They want to plug a nigga wig
a half a mil for the gig
Middle fingers up fuck the
fallin' off my let me jig
Never falling off and never
I retired cookin' up a
nigga hot to six
Who was rapping in the zone
I was chargin' 10 for the
Keep on goin' in on song
Keep an F&N at your
Lesson and we moving on
I got firm niggas, Al
Got my Chi on the horn
Atlanta I was born