Luyện nghe bài hát Follow T

You can catch me in the big body S-Class wit spinners
Pulling up to the club wit a brim, ice and the
that skrilla in a legal way
Rock stadiums from Nicaragua to San Tropez, hey

And I aint even curse in my raps
I keep it gully while Im this fire on hot tracks
My skills speak for
Im like a young LL back in the day he was rocking the bells

The Sly of the microphone
Im old school like K
Turbo and Ozone, rep for my people Im Che Guevara
Wit a derby and pants plus a guallavera

Oh, Im so sick they ambulances
To resuscitate the mic my verbal thrashing
Cash advances and top fashion
Guaranteed to rock the spot and keep the peeps dancing

I had to switch up the flow for all the DJs spinning wax in the
So when ya hear my joint better turn it up, louder
Suvelo, blast music bro
the flow, ya listening to a music pro

The Burt Bacharach of rap is back ready to make ya ya body
And back like Joe Crack
Woah, get ya in the air
And wave them back and in the atmosphere

I know ya wondering if the rumors are true, believe the
I am the rapper to come through
Wit new series of rap arts like Kung Fu
You dont believe me, ya could get hung to

I run through anybody
Dont make me have to tell you
Im Gods like Peter, Matthew, Mark, Luke and John
Now everybody just bounce to this new hit song,

sold out arenas to the silver screen
I move crowds and drop hits that make the people
Stack cream, get in stretched out limousines
Im a hot album, you a, ahh, 16

T-Bone is hard as it gets and I dont fly first class,
I travel with chefs on private
why you mad and upset, homie
I paid my though, been ripping these mics since tape decks

So place bets, Im the best yet
the crowd and make ya bounce like bad checks
I got next like the
Defeating me is blacks joining the KKK

It wont happen, like hoods without guns
Or hip hop wit no DJs and MCs
Its contradictory, none of youll get wit me
The dopest to ever breathe on a mic and claim