Luyện nghe bài hát Dreams

I scored a 8th so you know I gotta pour up
I smell like designer, your man like throw up
Put me on your song, that lil gon' blow up
Every time I do a feature, my they go up
Hundred jug, put 50 on my wrist
Take the other 50 and that bitch flip
He ain't on his job, I can his bitch
That hoe got that bomb a terrorist
Freshest it's on the scene, these hoes wanna us
She wanna smoke my weed, she me to roll up
I said give me top, she said I need to up
Bitch I got bands, I told her to glo up
on my hip, [?] on my waist
Fuckboy talking shit, in his face
These say they love me, I keep a poker face
You say you high but I'm in outer space
I'm at the top I ain't finna switch
First I cop the then I scoop your bitch
junky, I love hitting licks
Keep that straight drop, your plug hit or
I pull up in foriegns, bitch car on E
You ain't got no money, but boy don't to me
What I'm smoking on, that's sour D
You say that's girl, why she on top of me?
Rubberband gang, I keep that on me
Bitch [?] not no [?]
I am not a stain, no robbing me
32 shots, I that Glock on me
Purple in my cup, I'm sipping lean
He thought he was savage til he seen beam
I was on the block posted with my
We was looking bummy, now we dreams