Luyện nghe bài hát Draco Freestyle (Soulja Boy Diss)

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

[Verse 1: Lo]
Blacked out Aventador, Lo with the bag
Fuck you little niggas for?
Fixed up your life, paper on your wife
in it for the night, but the price tag was light (woo)
Fuck boy run
Tryna book me for the tec, ain't know I had a gun
Yeah, I through quarter pack
Now I'm bustin' numbers, a play like quarter back
RG3, I could 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 tied
I got killers on sides
My team is winnin' by last
Every day we get them fries

2: Young Blacc]
Look, whatever it is, fuck it, here, I'm goin' in
On my bullshit like the Knicks, but I'm back to
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 them drug
Bitches left Detroit, fuckin' them thug niggas
They say out of town was the best
I'm focused on all money
Lil nigga them rest, I got it, I got 'em

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

[Verse 3: Rrose
I should a book, I love the life full of crime
a millionaire I put my life on the line
Who can your trust it's coming so fast
Take shots turn into toe tags
Everywhere I go, white say I'm gnarly
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 should
Flexin', got your man shot
VVS is made of
Hold up, I'm a bully in a sandbox

[Verse 4:
Rings so big, all these 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 know is
All I know is damagin', all I know is through, chop it up and handle it
me out
I be movin' bricks, I be weight, I be pumpin' bags
My next shine are VVS'

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

[Verse 5: Chris
'Cause I work my candy line, pressin'
Run up on a blood, where you
East Side, Balifornia
And you never hit a lick and have to run up on 'em
niggas know about 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' crazy like
I got the AK fuck Draco and your .45 (Yeah)
You know that he gon' snitch, that he a bitch
And you know a nigga ballin', know a rich
Really in county, nigga, you know what it is
You payin' money for protection, nigga, you a
Say it your chest
What you What you say?
Pussy nigga we on the net, from the fade
Know you gon' tell the 12 all me
Know you gon' the paperwork and niggas, gon' speak
sell 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 love me
I ain't gotta pay no killers, ain't gotta be drug
say that I'm on that cocaine
Sayin' I'm than a motherfucker, okay
But when I fire your ass up like
Blaka, blaka with the choppers, we killin' niggas with no

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

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