Luyện nghe bài hát Drill Time

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

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