Luyện nghe bài hát Dreams

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