Luyện nghe bài hát Dreams

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