Luyện nghe bài hát Half - Time

[Verse 1: A$AP
This intimate thoughts In a porsche
Sipping cris' through a
You wanted war trying get her sure
I was bored, to get me a broad
Not a or a whore
I'm talking rank, to settle the score
to dog, living like the kind in the air
Peace to my earth, I swear that she the mom of the
Peace on my turf, all the monitors here
Beating the dirt, is like kilometers near
Stuck at my worst, talking dead in my ears
I'm writing verse, same time I met with my fears
Quarter-century but way way ahead of my
I been gone since Daquan seen him at the stairs
Stay strapped
lack though
Watch your back
Word to Fat Joe, we let them ninety-nine clap
This the city called the apple
Now you if you didn't know, nigga better pop a Snapple

[Verse 2: Darko]
Sitting in the room
While the room is spinning like the in exorcist head is
My is always on lettuce
chase
Shrooms
Herd the is infinite
No chain, no
No Range, no
My be shittin on lives of rappers you into
It ain't I use a number 2 pencil
pay homage if ever we you bump into
Shotty pump hit you, momma grab the
Extra magazine a nigga want a issue
Saint Laurant i'm like Fonz with a pistol (ayy)
In broad day I'll address any
And any damsel in distress if she into
Dead niggas, and I ain't talkin the presidents
Or the residents
Never see the bench again, All 4
It's onslaught slaughter
All bitch cause it's all water

[Verse 3: Arc Elliott]
The and the maestro
Pen and now i'm twisted off nice dro
gifted i'm not existing tonight ho
I hit her once shawty like the iPhone
So I regal for the people and parana
One kiss for my girl, 2 for my momma
Parted my pain won't dissipate
This is missions on minimum
Until i'm dug up out the reincarnate
Pour her ass on the off the bombay
I get around, 2Pac, just like the say
Gold frame of thought fuck loss this is Fonzay
The columbine of the
I'm blowing up for the common
I told you pigs I ain't of swine
I got my own shit, while you ride in mine
And we causing ramadan and you not a
Need a shoulder you can cry

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