Luyện nghe bài hát Drill Time

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I with savages, you a fuckboy, you can't hang
You can me posted up on Frank block with my fuckin' gang
You ain't really 'bout shit, stay out my spot, speak my name
Or I pull up on your block at night, all black and let that 40 bang
I fucked your girl and I ain't even try to, that little hoe, she a fuckin'
Got her off the Molly, now she rollin', all she good for is top
I got pack, I got school buses, hurry up fam, come and shop
I got a big 40 with a thirty-clip, and I call that my fuckin' mop
I paid 350 for a belt, and that double F hold up my strap
A lot of y'll just Twitter flex but this shit ain't just a rap
I hear one diss and I'm running up in fuckin' trap
You thought shit was sweet I ran up with no fuckin' mask
Always chasing a check, I'm really 'bout mine
You a broke boy but you rock designer, that shit don't sound
Thought you could sneak and you won't get found, right?
'Til you get caught in traffic, at the place, at the wrong time

Got a couple shooters and they ride me
And they down to when it's drill time
up and we get to drumming
Let shots out that Glock nine
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Got a couple shooters and they ride me
And they to shoot when it's drill time
Pull up and we get to
Let thirty shots out that Glock
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Now back to the trap with a twenty sack
up a swisher of that straight gas
Got a fifty-clip out the MAC
So that's fifty for your goofy ass
Copped a Ferragamo I was up at Saks
But my True Religion's off my ass
I got heavy pockets, I got big ass
Run up on me tryna rob, and that thirty
a bank roll on me at all times, rolled up with a rubber band
Off the lean, that got me walking around like a kick stand
Keep a burner tucked on my side, my .380 or my FN
And if I catch you lacking, pray to God that my shit jam
But if it don't, I'mma take you out like a fuckin'
Put a hole in your fuckin' back if I catch you talkin' to the Jakes
Ain't afraid to catch a body and out from state to state
And if there's a witness, I'mma kill 'em too and I'mma beat the
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