Luyện nghe bài hát Finesse

Feelin' good, man I'm good
and then I juug
Feelin' good, man I'm feelin'
Finesse and then I
In my hood, walk up in my
I wish you would
Feelin' good, yeah I'm good
Finesse and I juug

Finesse,
Finesse,
Finesse,
Finesse,
and then I juug

We got bricks of the yay
We got that you don't weigh
We get them package of
I got shit from the Bay
I know Crips in L.A
I some Bloods out in Harlem
I got my on the way
She got a on the way
I got some niggas, they put clips in the K
I got chicks in the A
You took a trip to
You get a drop, you get shit for a day
I get that shit I want it
I'm in that shit blunted
I'm in that shit me
Let your new get up on it
I do not care warrants
I told my lawyer to it
Any charges that they
I told my lawyer to it

I the bricks and the commas
I some more and some more
I got bricks and the commas
I want and galore
I am not talkin' Lyra

I in love with the mirror
Damages, look at my
I fucked your bitch in the
Twitter in her rear
Make pussy disappear, yeah, yeah
I a 4 in a 20 and Fanta
NYC all the way down to
I rock your bitch like a Gucci
I'm feelin' myself just like Tony
I the caine, nah, Tony Montana
I got the gun
I got the hammer, I'll put my in your grandma
ask me why I call you son
I cannot fuck her, I'm on money
Focused on 20s and 50s and
Finessin' the plug, we take off and we're
I can have a rich homie, you know we stuntin'
I that green so they callin' me Kermit
Man boo got me hot, man I feel like I'm burnin'
I beat that lil' like Ike, call me Turner
So get that G string like I just a permit

Finesse,
Finesse,
Finesse,

Real nigga, for real on the reg, nigga
Drive 'em in, rollin' 6s, Durant,
I fell in love with them killers, niggas, they dead niggas
Feel it, come back on that alley, fuck Durant, nigga
Me and A$AP, Jimmy, Jimmy, that's a head,
Feelin' cleared up, nigga for some bread, nigga
Niggas talkin', man I'm finna hit 'em with the lead,
Told him, "Kill him 'cause we heard him to the Feds, nigga"
Whole block full of Bloods, fuckin' with red niggas
Get caught you come up short with the bread niggas
We some head
I'm that coke
Gettin' figures
You that broke
Must have called a G-Unit 'cause we guerrillas
Bitches wanna give me neck 'cause we gettin' more
And more skrilla, and more
Fuckin' gold diggers, gettin' bigger
we all winners

Feelin' good, man I'm good
Finesse and I juug
Feelin' good, man I'm good
Finesse and I juug
In my hood, walk up in my
Nigga I wish you
Feelin' good, man I'm good
Finesse and I juug

Finesse,
Finesse,
Finesse,
Finesse,
Finesse and I juug