Luyện nghe bài hát February 12 (part 1)

[Intro: KXNG

Yo shoutouts to my nigga Chris Wills on (what up?)
My man ordered multiple of Statik KXNG and that was a statement, you know
We that shit

KXNG Crooked]
Ha cha cha cha cha, that's my long
Keep it on the low, a secret under my
But I want no problems, no no, no no
I got my mind on my dough, and maybe a couple
Aye

[Verse: Crooked]
A cha cha cha cha
nose 44, ha ha ha ha ha
Raging bull placing paid in full forward
While I'm rocking my chain like la da da da da
This February 12th flow, it's good for your health though
I don't see my haters, them must be in stealth mode
Statik on the eastside, on the Westside
You know it's the best vibe, time to let the shell snow
Selektah make the speakers crack, homie, we on the sneak
I need a track like to inspire me to bring the Weeklies back
Necrophiliac, your dead career
This graffiti rap, I sketch, you hear pictures I bet your ears won't forget for years
Competition man, make me laugh
I just slay 'em like Gabrielle Union slays Stacey crazy ass
I never hate on rappers making
But even though advance is hefty, they be trash (garbage)
for my niggas who slaying that Jane Fonda
You run off on the plug, we come creep in that Honda
'Cause this avenger well kinda lke Iguodala
Mixed with that nigga from Wakanda
I promise I'ma llamas, outline you in white chalk
Boy, it's the Hollywood Walk of Fame
I can leave you on that sidewalk
Yeah, everybody's gon' know name
Leave me alone, a nigga just his own now
I freestyle on IG fuck putting a song out
PS, if GPS
Got you travelling towards me your BS
Nigga you the wrong route, that's when you gassed up and got to stop
that I walk in your spot and I only brought a Glock
.44 Magnum in public, the is so long
When I tuck it, it got me walking like Cobblepot
Ha cha cha cha cha, you ain't with the icon
you I strike quick as a python
When the mic's on, I make the fade to black
Like Blatt had to do in lieu of Tyronn
My god