Luyện nghe bài hát Flavor

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

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

up
You can have of my flavor
You can have none of my
You can have of my linen
You have none of my gator
I'm moving bricks and this shit is conducer
Designer, designer, my shit is
Flexing, I'm flexing, my are Gucci
I'm all up in Fifth, I'm in Pucci
Giving a damn, I go up in
I'm on the molly, I'm a Lucy
My future with bands, free like Boosie
They I'm a dog, they calling me Snoopy
The chopper, the scope, the riffle, I it
Knocking them out face it, I'm on it
My daughter was five, I borough a
stay, yell baloney
Yeah, etcetera, etcetera, paper is
You gonna medical
with lyrics you niggas is edible
Drizzle be and snapping, I'm telling you
Let me keep my shit, Bruce Lee, nigga, up
She have none of my flavor
And she can sauce none, hack her

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

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

up, flavor, I'm impossible with it
Surgery, I'm a god digits
Got the monopoly
Hoes will be honest, they popping and
Used to be and poverty stricken
Now I got worry about boxes in the kitchen
That guy information is not to be
Chauffer, the Phantom is not to be
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 your lady
You on the block, I'mma take out the
You know cut it, don't mix it with bacon
Soda, Cola, in Boca
Me and Fantasia had dinner with
Winfrey, Bentley, the semi
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 like a bullet, don't tempt me
Got too hoes so how you gonna pick me?
Let me my shit
Back up, bitch, me?

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

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