Luyện nghe bài hát Draco Freestyle (Soulja Boy Diss)

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

[Verse 1: Lo]
Blacked out Aventador, Young Lo the bag
Fuck you little rentin' for?
Fixed up your life, paper on your wife
Fully in it for the night, but the price tag was (woo)
boy don't run
Tryna book me for the tec, they know I had a gun
Yeah, I came through quarter
Now I'm bustin' numbers, bust a play like back
RG3, I could for runnin' back
Straight niggas stay, used to get the interstate
Lee with the bricks, bitch, I'm pushing' heavyweight

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

[Verse 2: Young
Look, time 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 bitch sell her pussy, I'ma spend it
That's that talk for them drug dealers
Bitches Detroit, fuckin' with them thug niggas
They say out of money was the best
I'm on all this money
Lil nigga fuck rest, I got it, I got 'em

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

[Verse 3: Rrose
I should write a book, I love the life full of
Bein' a millionaire I put my life on the
Who can your when it's coming so fast
Take shots Margielas turn toe tags
Everywhere I go, white say I'm gnarly
Flawkoe we doin', Bentley or the Ferrari?
.40 on the scene, you can your man I'm sorry
OHB and bet we fuckin' up the party
Yeah, money if my mans locked
Something you know
Flexin', got your man shot
VVS is of headshots
up, I'm just a bully in a sandbox

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

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

5: Chris Brown]
'Cause I work my line, pressin' line
Run up on a blood, where you
East Side, Balifornia
And you ain't never hit a and have to run up on 'em
Virginia niggas about sellin' on 95
Show up at your door it's Halloween, like I'm Michael
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 he gon' snitch, know that he a bitch
And you know a nigga ballin', know a nigga
Really been in county, nigga, you what it is
You payin' money for protection, nigga, you a
Say it with chest
you say? What you say?
Pussy we on the net, runnin' from the fade
Know you tell the 12 all about me
Know you gon' send the paperwork and niggas, gon'
Tryna sell you own ass, tellin' all you
I'ma you up in private, so these bitches don't see
I ain't gotta be your favorite, you ain't love me
I ain't gotta pay no killers, ain't gotta be drug
Nigga say that I'm on that
Sayin' I'm higher than a motherfucker,
But I fire your ass up like propane
Blaka, with the choppers, we killin' niggas with no names

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

Luvaboy TJ]
Red racks for a tied
I got killers on sides
My team is by last slide
Every day we get them French