Luyện nghe bài hát Draco Freestyle (Soulja Boy Diss)

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

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

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

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

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

[Verse 3: Rrome]
I write a book, I love the life full of crime
Bein' a I put my life on the line
Who can trust when 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 mans
you should know
Super Flexin', got man shot
VVS is of headshots
Hold up, I'm just a in a sandbox

[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 count the cash
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 movin' bricks, I be movin' weight, I be pumpin'
My next shine they are

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

[Verse 5: Chris
'Cause I work my candy line, line
Run up on a blood, you from?
East Side, Bounty
And you ain't never hit a and have to run up on 'em
Virginia know about sellin' on 95
up at your door it's Halloween, like I'm Michael Myers
Jamaican savages comin' at you, with all the
Spittin' brazys and goin' like Colombines
I got the AK fuck your Draco and .45 (Yeah)
You know that he snitch, know that he a bitch
And you a nigga ballin', know a nigga rich
Really been in county, nigga, you know it is
You payin' money for protection, nigga, you a
Say it with your
What you What you say?
Pussy nigga we on the net, runnin' the fade
Know you gon' the 12 all about me
you gon' send the paperwork and niggas, gon' speak
Tryna sell you own ass, tellin' all you
I'ma you up in private, so these 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 I'm on that cocaine
Sayin' I'm than a motherfucker, okay
But when I your ass up like propane
Blaka, blaka with the choppers, we killin' niggas with no

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

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