Luyện nghe bài hát Draco Freestyle

[Hook: TJ]
Red racks for a tied
I got killers on both
My team is winnin' by last
Every day we get them fries

[Verse 1: Lo]
out Aventador, Young Lo with the bag
Fuck you little niggas for?
Fixed up your life, paper on your wife
Fully in it for the night, but the tag was light (woo)
Fuck boy run
Tryna me for the tec, they ain't know I had a gun
Yeah, I came through quarter
Now I'm bustin' numbers, a play like quarter back
RG3, I could disregard for back
niggas stay, used to never get the interstate
Lee Ainslie with the bricks, bitch, I'm pushing'

[Hook: TJ]
Red racks for a tied
I got killers on sides
My team is by last slide
day we get them French fries

[Verse 2: Blacc]
Look, time it is, fuck it, here, I'm goin' in
On my like the Knicks, but I'm back to winnin'
Tell me sue or ten, John stark he close to kin
Subway...
If your bitch sell her pussy, course spend it
That's that D-Boy talk for them drug
Bitches left Detroit, fuckin' them thug niggas
say out of town money was the best
I'm focused on all this
Lil fuck them rest, I got it, I got 'em

Luvaboy TJ]
Red racks for a hair
I got killers on sides
My is winnin' by last slide
Every day we get French fries

3: Rrose Rrome]
I should a book, I love the life full of crime
Bein' a I put my life on the line
Who can your when it's coming so fast
Take Margielas turn into toe tags
Everywhere I go, bitches say I'm gnarly
we doin', Bentley truck or the Ferrari?
.40 on the scene, you can tell your man I'm
It's OHB and bet we fuckin' up the
Yeah, orders if my mans locked
Something you know
Super Flexin', got your man
VVS is made of
Hold up, I'm a bully in a sandbox

[Verse 4:
Rings so big, all bitches think I'm rackcellent
I just hit a with the team, we the champions
Hold up now, you have to count the cash again
Marilyn and Marilyn, red light, green
All I is trafficin', all I know is packagin'
All I know is damagin', all I know is come through, it up and handle it
me out
I be bricks, I be movin' weight, I be pumpin' bags
My next they are VVS'

Luvaboy TJ]
Red for a hair tied
I got killers on both
My team is by last slide
Every day we get them fries

[Verse 5: Chris
'Cause I my candy line, pressin' line
Run up on a blood, you from?
East Side, Balifornia
And you ain't never hit a and have to run up on 'em
Virginia niggas know sellin' on 95
Show up at your door it's Halloween, like I'm Myers
Jamaican savages comin' at you, with all the
Spittin' brazys and goin' like Colombines
I got the AK fuck your Draco and .45 (Yeah)
You know that he gon' snitch, that he a bitch
And you know a nigga ballin', a nigga rich
Really been in county, nigga, you what it is
You payin' money for protection, nigga, you a
Say it with your
What you say? What you
Pussy nigga we on the net, from the fade
Know you tell the 12 all about me
Know you send the paperwork and niggas, gon' speak
Tryna you own ass, tellin' all you homies
I'ma fuck you up in private, so these don't see
I ain't be your favorite, you ain't gotta love me
I ain't gotta pay no killers, ain't be drug free
Nigga say I'm on that cocaine
I'm higher than a motherfucker, okay
But when I fire ass up like propane
Blaka, blaka with the choppers, we killin' with no names

[Bridge: TJ]
You niggas out of it, if you think I'm shit
Knock, the SODMG out the alphabet

Luvaboy TJ]
Red racks for a hair
I got on both sides
My team is winnin' by slide