Luyện nghe bài hát Finesse

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

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

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

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

I fell in with the mirror
Damages, at my hair
I fucked your bitch in the
Twitter fingers in her
that pussy disappear, yeah, yeah
I a 4 in a 20 and Fanta
NYC all the way to Atlanta
I rock your bitch like a Gucci
I'm feelin' just like Tony Montana
I snort the caine, nah, Montana
I got the gun
I got the hammer, put my dick in your grandma
ask me why I call you son
I fuck her, I'm focused on money
Focused on 20s and 50s and
Finessin' the plug, we off and we're runnin'
I can have a rich homie, you know that we
I want that so they callin' me Kermit
Man boo got me hot, man I feel like I'm burnin'
I that lil' pussy like Ike, call me Turner
So get that G string like I just a permit

Finesse,
Finesse,
Finesse,

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

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

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