Luyện nghe bài hát Draco Freestyle (Soulja Boy Diss)

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

[Verse 1: Lo]
Blacked out Aventador, Young Lo the bag
Fuck you little niggas for?
Fixed up your life, paper tags on your
in it for the night, but the price tag was light (woo)
Fuck boy run
Tryna book me for the tec, they know I had a gun
Yeah, I came quarter pack
Now I'm numbers, bust a play like quarter back
RG3, I disregard for runnin' back
niggas stay, used to never get the interstate
Lee Ainslie with the bricks, bitch, I'm heavyweight

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

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

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

[Verse 3: Rrome]
I should write a book, I the life full of crime
Bein' a millionaire I put my life on the
Who can your trust when coming so fast
Take shots Margielas turn toe tags
Everywhere I go, white bitches say I'm
Flawkoe we doin', 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, money orders if my locked
Something you know
Super Flexin', got your man
VVS is of headshots
Hold up, I'm just a in a sandbox

4: HoodyBaby]
Rings so big, all bitches think I'm rackcellent
I hit a lick with the team, we the champions
up now, you gon' have to count the cash again
Marilyn and Marilyn, red light, light
All I know is trafficin', all I is packagin'
All I is damagin', all I know 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'

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

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

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

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