Luyện nghe bài hát Flavor

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

Oh, no, flavor
Can I have 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?

up
You can none of my flavor
You can have none of my
You can have 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
a damn, I go up in Gucci
I'm on the molly, I'm a Lucy
My future bands, they free like Boosie
They I'm a dog, they calling me Snoopy
The chopper, the scope, the riffle, I it
them out like face it, I'm on it
My daughter was five, I a pony
stay, yell baloney
Yeah, etcetera, etcetera, paper is
You gonna need
Even with lyrics you niggas is
be rapping and snapping, I'm telling you
Let me keep my shit, Bruce Lee, nigga, up
She have none of my flavor
And she can none, I'mma hack her

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

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

Hold up, flavor, I'm impossible it
Surgery, I'm a god with
Got the monopoly
Hoes be honest, they popping and taking
Used to be broke and stricken
Now I got about them 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, buy me like paper
Bullets, the county, balling aces
APM sharp, I'm pumping lady
You on the block, I'mma out the baby
You know I'mma cut it, don't mix it with
Soda, Cola, bitches in
Me and Fantasia had dinner Oprah
Winfrey, Bentley, taking the
Nigga get wrong I tow him like
Drunk as a I'mma do 'em like Remy
I'm more, the plural is in me
I run through crew 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 keep, fuck her now and later
I taste that bitch, don't splurge, gotta on them haters
Your bitch seen all that sauce, said, 'Can I have of your flavor?'

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