Luyện nghe bài hát Fat Albert (Remix)

I got stars in the of my car, girl
where you are, girl
Jet Life this a world
Lowride like my OG's, who wore Jheri curls
Circa
Now my Daytons spin same I roll around
Talk my shit a lil bit 'cause I hard
Two laps in the lot show my shit off
Bad bitches please tell them stay off my dick
Set like a coffee pot
Them niggas talking so much but what are they talking
Coupe interior brown the stiching, blue berry muffin
They know I'm finna come up something
Rap hustling a lil bit pack running
Making from it
Racks like where we put the hunting at
Black on a
White on a
Suede Adidas
Stepping on your throat, lettin' go
Blew a pound and told you "go outside to smoke"

Lil Tunechi from New Orleans, Lord
With the and the car with the two R's, Lord
Lived next door to Jennie that went to
She broke my virginity and I her for it
Friends turn into frenemies and they've come and
Cut the or we gon' cut your fucking bungee cord
Make bitches jump for joy, make 'em fuck my boys
If they ain't a freakazoid then they just
This for the smokers and the ones
Pussies get the dildo, I get the deal
Back like I left something, Weezy F
Bad bitch to swallow all my stress for me
Bad stop and poppin' like Steph Curry
Rich nigga laughin' at his bills Bill Murray
Hot potato on the of the hand gun
Outchea dodging handcuffs a Ram truck
Out here looking handsome, dancers
Tryna see my mansions, get
see my homeboys in they own toys
Kush got my eyes looking Chong Yoing
Don't no better
Dick got the bitch walking like Uncle
And homie talk aloud 'bout what he gon' do
You know homie ain't your homie 'til he bleed on you
You know you know you love her 'til she cheat on you
You know you never know your brother he dethrone you
You know Lil Tunechi a soldier since T-R-U
Fuck a heated arguing, we let the argue
P-I-R-U brazy glue
S-Q-U-A-D like the sea
And Lil-T told me to knock the nigga's brain out
I got a chopper I bet I can shoot a down
ass niggas looking for a way out
I some kilos to her, put her on a Greyhound
Coming down from cloud 9 like a
I'm 'bout to buy a ring of the of a ring pop
I got some bitches in bikinis like
And we in Carrollton in a Chinese gettin' take out
Tune

Ya dig, Heist nigga
Spitta, with me
Tunechi I'm gone