Luyện nghe bài hát Half - Time

[Verse 1: Twelvyy]
This some intimate thoughts In a
Sipping cris' through a
You wanted war trying get through her
I was bored, to get me a broad
Not a bitch or a
I'm talking rank, to settle the score
Diamond to dog, like the kind in the air
to my earth, I swear that she the mom of the year
Peace on my turf, all the monitors here
Beating the dirt, success is like near
Stuck at my worst, karma talking in my ears
I'm writing this verse, time I met with my fears
but way way ahead of my years
I been gone Daquan seen him dead at the stairs
strapped though
Never though
Watch back though
Word to Fat Joe, we let them ninety-nine more
This the city called the apple
Now you know if you know, nigga better pop a Snapple

[Verse 2: Darko]
Sitting in the like
While the room is spinning like the bitch in head is
My is always on lettuce
chase
Shrooms
Herd the is infinite
No chain, no
No Range, no
My rhymes be shittin on lives of rappers you
It ain't ironic I use a number 2
Better pay homage if ever we you into
Shotty hit you, momma grab the tissue
Extra magazine a nigga want a issue
Saint Laurant i'm like Fonz with a pistol (ayy)
In day I'll address 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 again, All 4 quarters
It's onslaught pure
All aboard bitch cause it's all

[Verse 3: Erick Arc
The messiah and the
Pen prolific and now i'm twisted off dro
Thoughts i'm not existing tonight ho
I hit her once slide shawty the iPhone
So I shine for the people and parana
One kiss for my girl, 2 kiss for my
from my pain 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, just the song say
frame of thought fuck your loss this is Fonzay
The of the comic-con
I'm blowing up for the common
I told you I ain't fond of swine
I got my own shit, while you in mine huh?
And we causing and you not a soldier
Need a you can cry upon

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