Luyện nghe bài hát Dreams

I just a 8th so you know I gotta pour up
I like designer, your man throw like throw up
Put me on your song, lil bitch gon' blow up
time I do a feature, my prices 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
hoe got that bomb like a terrorist
Freshest it's on the scene, these hoes know us
She smoke my weed, she told me to roll up
I said give me top, she I need to grow up
Bitch I got them bands, I her to glo up
Pistol on my hip, [?] on my
Fuckboy talking shit, in his face
These bitches say they love me, I keep a poker
You say that you high but I'm in outer
When I'm at the top I ain't finna
First I cop the drop then I scoop bitch
Rubberband junky, I hitting licks
Keep straight drop, your plug hit or miss
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 that knot on me
it's [?] not no [?]
I am not a stain, ain't no me
32 shots, I that Glock 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 with my
We was bummy, now we living dreams