Luyện nghe bài hát Draco Freestyle

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

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

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

[Verse 2: Young
Look, whatever it is, fuck it, here, I'm goin' in
On my bullshit the Knicks, but I'm back to winnin'
Tell me sue or ten, John said he close to kin
Subway...
If your sell her pussy, course I'ma spend it
That's that D-Boy talk for drug dealers
Bitches left Detroit, fuckin' them thug niggas
They say out of 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 tied
I got killers on sides
My team is winnin' by last
day we get them French fries

[Verse 3: Rrose
I should write a book, I love the life full of
Bein' a I put my life on the line
Who can your trust when it's coming so
shots Margielas turn into toe tags
Everywhere I go, bitches say I'm gnarly
Flawkoe we doin', Bentley or the Ferrari?
.40 on the scene, you can tell man I'm sorry
It's OHB and bet we fuckin' up the
Yeah, orders if my mans locked
you should know
Super Flexin', got your man
VVS is of headshots
Hold up, I'm just a bully in a

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

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

[Verse 5: Chris
'Cause I my candy line, pressin' line
Run up on a blood, where you
East Side, Bounty
And you ain't never hit a lick and to run up on 'em
Virginia niggas about sellin' on 95
Show up at door it's Halloween, like I'm Michael Myers
Jamaican savages comin' at you, with all the
Spittin' brazys and goin' crazy Colombines
I got the AK fuck your and your .45 (Yeah)
You know that he gon' snitch, know he a bitch
And you a nigga ballin', know a nigga rich
Really been in county, nigga, you what it is
You money for protection, nigga, you a bitch
Say it your chest
What you What you say?
Pussy nigga we on the net, from the fade
you gon' tell the 12 all about me
Know you gon' send the paperwork and niggas, speak
Tryna sell you own ass, all you homies
I'ma fuck you up in private, so bitches don't see
I ain't be your favorite, you ain't gotta love me
I ain't gotta pay no killers, ain't gotta be free
Nigga say that I'm on cocaine
Sayin' I'm higher 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 killers on sides
My team is by last slide