Luyện nghe bài hát Draco Freestyle (Soulja Boy Diss)

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

[Verse 1: Lo]
Blacked out Aventador, Lo with the bag
Fuck you little rentin' for?
Fixed up your life, paper on your wife
Fully in it for the night, but the tag was light (woo)
Fuck boy run
Tryna me for the tec, they ain't 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 pushing'

[Hook: TJ]
Red racks for a tied
I got killers on sides
My team is winnin' by last
Every day we get them 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 stark said he to kin
Subway...
If your bitch her pussy, course I'ma spend it
That's that D-Boy talk for them drug
Bitches left Detroit, fuckin' with them thug
say out of town money was the best
I'm focused on all this
Lil fuck them rest, I got it, I got 'em

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

3: Rrose Rrome]
I should write a book, I love the full of crime
Bein' a I put my life on the line
Who can your trust when it's coming so
Take shots Margielas into toe tags
Everywhere I go, bitches say I'm gnarly
Flawkoe we doin', Bentley truck or the
.40 on the scene, you can your man I'm sorry
It's OHB and bet we fuckin' up the
Yeah, orders if my mans locked
Something you should
Super Flexin', got your man
VVS is of headshots
up, I'm just a bully in a sandbox

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

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

[Verse 5: Brown]
I work my candy line, pressin' line
Run up on a blood, you from?
East Side, Balifornia
And you ain't never hit a and have to run up on 'em
Virginia niggas know sellin' on 95
up at your door it's Halloween, like I'm Michael Myers
Jamaican savages comin' at you, with all the
brazys and goin' crazy like Colombines
I got the AK fuck your Draco and .45 (Yeah)
You know that he gon' snitch, know that he a
And you know a nigga ballin', know a nigga
Really been in county, nigga, you 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, runnin' the fade
Know you gon' tell the 12 all me
Know you gon' send the paperwork and niggas, speak
Tryna sell you own ass, all you homies
I'ma fuck you up in private, so these don't see
I ain't gotta be favorite, you ain't gotta love me
I ain't gotta pay no killers, ain't be drug free
Nigga say I'm on that cocaine
Sayin' I'm than a motherfucker, okay
But I fire your ass up like propane
Blaka, with the choppers, we killin' niggas with no names

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

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