Luyện nghe bài hát Flavor

Let me kick my shit, riding around that paper
Treat your bitch candy, fuck her now and later
I flex I flex n stunt, gotta shine on haters
Your bitch seen all sauce, said, 'Can I have some of your

Oh, no, your
Can I have some of flavor?
Oh, no, flavor
Can I some of your flavor?
Oh, no
Can I have some of your
Oh, no
Can I have some of flavor?

up
You can have none of my
You can none of my paper
You can none of my linen
You have none of my gator
I'm moving these bricks and this shit is
Designer, designer, my is exclusive
Flexing, I'm flexing, my rims are
I'm all up in Fifth, I'm shopping in
Giving a damn, I go up in
I'm on the molly, I'm a Lucy
My future with bands, they free like
They know I'm a dog, they me Snoopy
The chopper, the scope, the riffle, I it
Knocking them out like it, I'm on it
My daughter was five, I a pony
I'mma stay, yell
Yeah, etcetera, etcetera, is federal
You gonna need
with lyrics you niggas is edible
Drizzle be and snapping, I'm telling you
Let me keep my shit, Lee, nigga, back up
She can't none of my flavor
And she can sauce none, I'mma her

Let me keep my shit, around in that paper
your bitch like keep, fuck her now and later
I taste that bitch, splurge, gotta shine on them haters
Your bitch seen all that sauce, said, I have some of your flavor?'

Oh, no, your
Can I have some of flavor?
Oh, no, your
Can I have some of your
Oh, no
Can I have some of flavor?
Oh, no
Can I some of your flavor?

Hold up, flavor, I'm impossible it
Surgery, I'm a god digits
Got the fitted
will be honest, they popping and taking
Used to be and poverty stricken
Now I got about them boxes in the kitchen
guy information is not to be mentioned
Chauffer, the is not to be driven
All of this flavor is not to be
You got it, baby, they buy me paper
Bullets, the county, balling like
APM sharp, I'm pumping your
You on the block, I'mma out the baby
You I'mma cut it, don't mix it with bacon
Soda, Cola, bitches in
Me and had dinner with Oprah
Winfrey, Bentley, taking the
get wrong I tow him like jenny
Drunk as a fuck I'mma do 'em Remy
Nigga I'm more, the is in me
I run through your crew like a bullet, don't me
Got too hoes so how you gonna pick me?
Let me my shit
Back up, bitch, me?

Let me my shit, riding around in that paper
Treat your bitch like keep, her now and later
I taste that bitch, don't splurge, gotta on them haters
Your seen all that sauce, said, 'Can I have some of your flavor?'

Oh, no, flavor
Can I some of your flavor?
Oh, no, your
Can I have some of flavor?
Oh, no
Can I have some of flavor?
Oh, no
Can I some of your flavor?