Luyện nghe bài hát Everything Lit

Yeah,


Luv is
Lil Uzi
Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi

Boy, you me
Why is yo bitches so
My so perfect, she kinda look Asian (yeah)
all the way from Toronto
All she do is
My problem from all of this muddy
No money problems 'cause I'm gettin' (money)
shit is crazy, it just started for me
I was home, broke, doin' the dougie
Pinky ring,
Wrist got cold yellow runnin'
a tissue if it is an issue (damn)
Usually grab a
No, I didn't for them itty-bitty
I'm from the city real killers
Gilly said, Ya' gon' win now
Uzi all these major figures
Getting money, got a major
But I ain't talkin' Bonds (yeah)
I was younger, wanted Keri Hilson
Nigga Dennis the Menace
Now my money old like Mr. (yeah)
Sneak dissing, who The records be missing
I with Hit-Boy, I'm tryna be a hitman
Takin' yo ass out of existence
is yo hitman? That other man got him
Shout out Flacko, fuck wit' your album
Moving them pigeons, them birds, they be
White bitch on my dick, she like a 'Rari
When I get rough, she crank like a [?]
She shake her ass on my dick like a
I could've fucked bitch right at L.A
That's how she play with my [?]
I had put some money in the safe
Didn't do nothin', was high, it was
But we still talk on the everyday
goin' on that perfect date
She hear my name, pussy on
Only date if my dick all in her (woo)
Wait, 4-5, all on my waist (all on my waist)
Wait, why niggas in the way?
Why do these niggas be
They just be there no office
Most of they're parents be owning office
That of my parents pray more than less often
My old always be gaggin' and coughin'
My new bitch, she swallow me up so
I the money, the fame, and the barbie
You know, the white bitch look like iCarly
She ride my dick like that is a Harley (skrrt)
I just got jewels that was counterfeit (counterfeit)
Clock like my VVS diamond wrist
Everything real, so keep on it (watchin' it)
If you me, then you watchin' it (you watchin' it)
My new bitch asked is the profit for this (profit for this)
Gettin' money really ain't no option, (no option)
Watch mommy and the lie detectors said (oh)
Boy, I you did not write the script (oh)
Never was a fan, though
Four-door coupe, open like a sandal
We used to pray for them
I take my girl to a private
we walk 'round wearin' sandals
My so bad, she a handful
That's why she treat me so
Wake up the and eggs, they be scrambled
lit
Everything, everything, lit
lit like a candle
Ohh, she gave me head like some
Everything, it is so
and rage, it is so random
Love and rage, it is so