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, that lil gon' blow up
time I do a feature, my prices they go up
Hundred band jug, put 50 on my
Take the other 50 and make that bitch
He ain't on his job, I can take his
That hoe got that bomb like a
it's on the scene, these hoes wanna know us
She smoke my weed, she told me to roll up
I give me top, she said I need to grow up
Bitch I got them bands, I her to glo up
on my hip, [?] on my waist
Fuckboy talking shit, pistol in his
These say they love me, I keep a poker face
You say that you high but I'm in space
When I'm at the top I ain't finna
First I cop the drop then I your bitch
Rubberband junky, I hitting licks
Keep that straight drop, your plug hit or
I pull up in foriegns, your car on E
You ain't got no money, but boy don't to me
I'm smoking on, that's that sour D
You say your girl, why she on top of me?
Rubberband gang, I keep that on me
it's [?] not no [?]
I am not a stain, ain't no me
32 shots, I keep Glock on me
Purple in my cup, yeah I'm lean
He thought he was savage til he that beam
I was on the block posted my team
We was looking bummy, now we dreams