Luyện nghe bài hát Drill Time

1]
I fuck with savages, you a fuckboy, you hang
You can find me posted up on Frank block with my fuckin'
You ain't really 'bout shit, stay out my spot, don't speak my
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 loud pack, I got 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 Fendi belt, and that F hold up my strap
A lot of y'll just flex but this shit ain't just a fuckin' rap
I hear one diss and I'm up in your fuckin' trap
You thought shit was '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, that shit don't right
Thought you could sneak diss and you get found, right?
'Til you get caught in traffic, at the place, at the wrong time

Got a couple shooters and they with me
And they down to when it's drill time
up and we get to drumming
Let thirty out that Glock nine
[Slowed and reversed]
Got a couple shooters and they with me
And they down to shoot it's drill time
up and we get to drumming
Let thirty shots out that Glock
2]
Now it's back to the trap with a 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 pockets, I got big ass bands
Run up on me tryna rob, and thirty blap
Keep a bank roll on me at all times, rolled up with a rubber
Off the lean, that Promethazine got me walking around like a kick
a burner tucked on my right 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 you out like a fuckin' date
Put a hole in fuckin' back if I catch you talkin' to the fuckin' Jakes
Ain't afraid to catch a body and skip out from state to
And if there's a witness, kill 'em too and I'mma beat the case
get it

get it
get it