Luyện nghe bài hát Half - Time

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

[Verse 2: Meechy
Sitting in the like
the room is spinning like the bitch in exorcist head is
My is always on lettuce
chase
Shrooms
the road is infinite
No chain, no
No Range, no
My rhymes be shittin on of rappers you into
It ain't ironic I use a 2 pencil
pay homage if ever we you bump into
Shotty pump hit you, grab the tissue
magazine make a nigga want a issue
Saint Laurant leather i'm like Fonz a pistol (ayy)
In broad day I'll address any
And undress any damsel in if she into
Dead niggas, and I ain't talkin about the
Or the residents
see the bench again, All 4 quarters
It's onslaught pure
All aboard cause it's all water

[Verse 3: Erick Arc
The and the maestro
Pen prolific and now i'm twisted off dro
Thoughts gifted i'm not existing ho
I hit her once slide like the iPhone
So I shine for the people and parana
One for my girl, 2 kiss for my momma
Parted from my pain won't
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 frame of thought fuck loss this is Fonzay
The columbine of the
I'm up for the common kind
I told you pigs I fond of swine
I got my own shit, while you ride in huh?
And we causing and you not a soldier
Need a shoulder you can cry

Meechy Darko]
(X2)
Run from the ops, duck and maintain
Timbs butterscotch, Balmain at all
I ain't never my name 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 of fame
drive and swerve lane
we get (High)