Luyện nghe bài hát Draco Freestyle (Soulja Boy Diss)

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

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

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

[Verse 2: Blacc]
Look, whatever time it is, fuck it, here, I'm in
On my bullshit like the Knicks, but I'm back to
Tell me sue or ten, John stark said he to kin
Subway...
If your bitch her pussy, course I'ma spend it
That's that D-Boy for them drug dealers
left Detroit, fuckin' with them thug 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

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

[Verse 3: Rrome]
I should write a book, I the life full of crime
a millionaire I put my life on the line
Who can your when it's 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 man I'm sorry
It's OHB and bet we up the party
Yeah, money if my mans locked
Something you should
Super Flexin', got man shot
VVS is of headshots
Hold up, I'm just a bully in a

[Verse 4:
so big, all these bitches think I'm rackcellent
I just hit a lick with the team, we the
Hold up now, you gon' have to the cash again
Marilyn and Marilyn, red light, green
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 pumpin'
My next shine they are

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

5: Chris Brown]
'Cause I work my line, pressin' line
Run up on a blood, you from?
East Side, Balifornia
And you ain't hit a lick and have to run up on 'em
Virginia know about sellin' on 95
Show up at your door it's Halloween, like I'm Myers
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, know he a bitch
And you know a 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
Know you tell the 12 all about me
Know you gon' send the paperwork and niggas, gon'
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 gotta me
I ain't gotta pay no killers, ain't gotta be free
Nigga say I'm on that cocaine
Sayin' I'm higher a motherfucker, okay
But when I fire ass up like propane
Blaka, blaka with the choppers, we killin' niggas no names

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

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