Luyện nghe bài hát Half - Time

[Verse 1: Twelvyy]
This some intimate In a porsche
Sipping cris' a straw
You war trying get through her sure
I was bored, to get me a broad
Not a or a whore
I'm talking rank, to settle the score
Diamond to dog, living 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, success is 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 of my years
I been since 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 the rotten apple
Now you know if you didn't know, nigga pop a Snapple

[Verse 2: Darko]
in the room like
While the room is spinning the bitch in exorcist head is
My is always on lettuce
Paper
Shrooms
Herd the is infinite
No chain, no
No Range, no
My rhymes be shittin on of rappers you into
It ain't ironic I use a number 2
Better pay homage if we you bump into
Shotty pump hit you, momma the tissue
Extra make a nigga want a issue
Laurant leather 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 again, All 4 quarters
It's onslaught pure
All bitch cause it's all water

[Verse 3: Arc Elliott]
The and the maestro
Pen prolific and now i'm twisted off dro
Thoughts i'm not existing tonight ho
I hit her slide shawty like the iPhone
So I shine regal for the and parana
One for my girl, 2 kiss for my momma
Parted from my pain won't
is missions on minimum wage
Until i'm dug up out the reincarnate
her ass on the glass off the bombay
I get around, 2Pac, just the song say
Gold frame of thought fuck your this is Fonzay
The columbine of the
I'm blowing up for the common
I you pigs I ain't fond of swine
I got my own shit, while you ride in huh?
And we ramadan and you not a soldier
Need a shoulder you can cry

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