Luyện nghe bài hát Dreams

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