Luyện nghe bài hát Half - Time

[Verse 1: Twelvyy]
This some intimate thoughts In a
Sipping through a straw
You wanted war trying get through her
I was bored, tried to get me a
Not a bitch or a
I'm talking rank, trying to settle the
Diamond to dog, living like the in the air
to my earth, I swear that she the mom of the year
Peace on my turf, ducking all the here
the dirt, success is like kilometers near
Stuck at my worst, karma dead in my ears
I'm writing this verse, time I met with my fears
Quarter-century but way way ahead of my
I gone since Daquan seen him dead at the stairs
Stay strapped
lack though
Watch back though
to Fat Joe, we let them ninety-nine clap more
This the city called the rotten
Now you know if you didn't know, nigga pop a Snapple

2: Meechy Darko]
Sitting in the like
the room is spinning like the bitch in exorcist head is
My mind is on lettuce
Paper
Shrooms
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 ever we you into
Shotty pump hit you, grab the tissue
Extra magazine make a nigga want a
Saint Laurant leather i'm like with a pistol (ayy)
In day I'll address any issue
And undress any damsel in if she into
Dead niggas, and I ain't talkin the presidents
Or the evil
see the bench again, All 4 quarters
It's onslaught pure
All aboard bitch it's all water

3: Erick Arc Elliott]
The and the maestro
Pen prolific and now i'm off nice dro
Thoughts gifted i'm not tonight ho
I hit her once slide shawty like the
So I shine regal for the people and
One kiss for my girl, 2 for my momma
Parted from my won't dissipate
This is on minimum 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 of the comic-con
I'm blowing up for the kind
I told you I ain't fond of swine
I got my own shit, while you in mine huh?
And we ramadan and you not a soldier
Need a shoulder you can cry

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