Luyện nghe bài hát Drive Fast - Hard 2 Kill

Yeah, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci,
Yeah, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, (So Icy, So Icy,)
baby,

I drive real fast baby I drive slow,
I don't drive slow, I don't slow,
Drop the top on that thang just to let ya blow,
Let ya hair blow, Let ya blow,

I drive real fast baby I don't slow,
I don't drive slow, I drive slow,
Drop the top on that thang to let ya hair blow,
Let ya blow, Let ya hair blow,

1]
I drive a sports car bitch, Put em to the gas,
If you scared go to church cus I'm finna fast,
cash out the brain of a '74 Oldsmo,
There no mojo he to get some mo do,
Cornerstore, Amaco, bought a crist to show,
Niggas want that wola meet right by Grocian Road,
East up, put them E's in the air,
If you Bubba Kush, put them trees in the air,
I'm smoking on that so it's stankin up my car,
They call me "twinkle twinkle" cus they know I'm a star,
I told her come here then I say shit,
Cus my ice talk for me, I need no broke bitch,

2]
Verse 2, fish, shoes, and a purse too,
Steala of yo chain, yo watch to Starburst too,
Put them Heads in yo ears,
Put them Pebbles in yo fingers,
Now you're by yo peers,
And get yo ass in shape,
All that Louie Chong got yo ass loosin weight,(leanin)
Mane got you straight, huh?
You know he got cake,
Gave it to her date,
I'ma ride down the block a damn X Pill,
Standin tall on them sixes like some damn heels,
I'ma down the block like a damn X Pill,
Standin tall on them sixes like some high heels,

3]
Yeah Rose, red wit Bapes,
On some pharaoh shit, bitches feedin grapes,
buy some hot wings, but I could buy steak,
But I'm good wit a trout, bitch a too fake,
They on the beat, so you know they gone hate,
Had that Tiger Kush, man that shit smoke great,
Got that water talented I think I can do it,
Drop me and yo fill wit them other fluid,
Trappa slash rappa but a time G,
Smokin wit my boys, bout 2 or 3 P's,
I'm a trappa rappa but a full time G,
Smokin wit my boys, bout 2 or 3 P's

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