Luyện nghe bài hát Half - Time

[Verse 1: A$AP
This some thoughts In a porsche
Sipping through a straw
You wanted war trying get her sure
I was bored, tried to get me a
Not a bitch or a
I'm talking rank, trying to the score
Diamond to dog, living the kind in the air
Peace to my earth, I that she the mom of the year
Peace on my turf, all the monitors here
Beating the dirt, is like kilometers near
Stuck at my worst, karma talking in my ears
I'm writing this verse, same I met with my fears
Quarter-century but way way ahead of my
I been gone Daquan seen him dead at the stairs
strapped though
Never lack
Watch back though
Word to Fat Joe, we let them ninety-nine clap
the city called the rotten apple
Now you know if you know, nigga better pop a Snapple

2: Meechy Darko]
Sitting in the room
While the room is like the bitch in exorcist head is
My mind is always on
Paper
laced
Herd the is infinite
No chain, no
No Range, no
My rhymes be on lives of rappers you into
It ain't ironic I use a number 2
Better pay homage if we you bump into
pump hit you, momma grab the tissue
Extra make a nigga want a issue
Saint Laurant leather i'm Fonz with a pistol (ayy)
In broad day I'll any issue
And any damsel in distress if she into
niggas, and I ain't talkin about the presidents
Or the evil
Never see the bench again, All 4
It's onslaught slaughter
All aboard cause it's all water

[Verse 3: Arc Elliott]
The messiah and the
Pen and now i'm twisted off nice dro
Thoughts gifted i'm not existing ho
I hit her slide shawty like the iPhone
So I shine for the people and parana
One kiss for my girl, 2 for my momma
Parted from my won't dissipate
This is missions on wage
i'm dug up out the grave; reincarnate
Pour her ass on the off the bombay
I get around, 2Pac, like the song say
Gold of thought fuck your loss this is Fonzay
The of the comic-con
I'm blowing up for the common
I told you pigs I ain't fond of
I got my own shit, you ride in mine huh?
And we causing ramadan and you not a
a shoulder you can cry upon

[Outro: Darko]
(X2)
Run from the ops, duck shots and
Timbs butterscotch, Balmain at all
I ain't never flop my hall of fame
Drunk and swerve lanes
we get (High)
Learn from the block we plot to get
YSL
J's is all
Never ever flop my name hall of
Drunk and swerve lane
we get (High)