Luyện nghe bài hát Habanero

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Ah

Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot

Let me hear you talking, I'm so far
Let me hear a word that you say
Feel like just mad at my dinero
All I say
You think you hot, lit, I'm Habanero

Nothing
Bussin' I'ma make no fucking bug, I'm thy tentacles
Suckas be huffing and puffing I touching my pinnacle
Cussing my flow, now they women is sucking my genitals
They flip 'cause so is the heat
I got the remedy all of my enemies feel like Ignominious
Knowin' it finna be like an infinite lettin' 'em it
I and I ravage
A Tech and a Travis the record a savage
I popped them up and I sky-walked for
But taking you higher levels when I rocked
I'm at the top of the lift, and I'm fly, chop
fried hot on my block and I'm not the cousin
The eye is sudden
Whenever the people see me cry lots of lovin'
We high the oven
And my clock's-a-buzzing you done it
You die drop fo'

Can't get too 'cause I'm real
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
My temperature you feel
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
it lit up and I'm still
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
I got no brakes and no
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot

Let me hear you talking, I'm so far
Let me hear a single word you say
Feel like just mad at my dinero
All I say
You think you hot, lit, bitch I'm

the wealthy and not the poors that've got not
So I'm bringing the heat and I'm on agua
'Cause if I'm a penny pusher that be blah-blah
And listen to see if you habanero
So I'm stuck in the booth and I'm Farrell
I'm sweating with every destined like I'm an arrow
Aiming right at your chest if you with my dinero
Get out!
Nobody touching the Tecca
If you feeling you can do better, then you a
I'm gonna and givin' critics the middle finger
Bringing hella disaster, ain't nobody no
Welcome to my planet, we damage and we can
Killers the advantage, we manage to be the top
Competitors ain't no better 'cause we the head of the
We made the Rock, now I'm gonna make your credit drop
And it stops...

get too close 'cause I'm real
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
My temperature you feel
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
Keep it lit up and I'm
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
I got no and no chill
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot

Let me you talking, I'm so far away
Let me hear a single that you say
Feel ya'll just mad at my dinero
All I say
You think you hot, lit, bitch I'm