Luyện nghe bài hát Healthy

Good job

Get your up and then you go to war (err, err, err)
Tell it Sons of Anarchy, biker boy (damn, damn, damn)
Wrist on ten, did it (yeehee, yeehee)
I might never ever a swish again
Rollie, spent
Ask my (racks nigga)
Orange on it got a nigga dancing stupid
I how it feel to make a million off of music (god)
The most (ayy bitch, hand me that Uzi)
Six bags for the bag, she be swaggin'
Balenciaga croptop, crazy
Drop-top, two bops, a
Bitch stop, play, gotta pay me (yeehee, yeah baby)
Going through the pain, barely see the
Hit it when I can, fuck the rap

Healthy
Fast cars, smoke
Bad bitches, yeah I got 'em by the
She want a nigga
She want a healthy
Trap, trap
Fast cars, weed
Bad bitches, I got 'em by the flock
She want a healthy
She want a healthy
Ayy ayy ayy

Ay, on the job, Bentley or the Mas'
First I my girl to yoga then I take her to the spa
Bitch I'm from Toronto, ain't nobody switchin'
Gordon Ramsay in the when I'm whippin' up a pie
I got two types of hoes, fried chickens and the
A and a regular, I gotta keep the blanace
I'm posted up in Bali's with a chick I met from
She said: Cuzzi how come you nothing like all these rappers?
First off baby I
If Rollie fake, I do not associate
Told my up the price, don't negotiate
No no no no, I'm no masseuse baby, but I do do (Jacuzzi)

nigga
Fast cars, weed
Bad bitches, yeah I got 'em by the
She want a nigga
She want a healthy
Trap
Fast cars, weed
Bad bitches, yeah I got 'em by the
She want a nigga
She want a nigga
Ayy ayy ayy ayy

I just another Rollie 'cause I wanted one (goddamn)
They try to rob me (shit), I the forty (yes Lord)
Lemon squeeze, tucked in my bitch bag
That's a Birkin (ayy), my pockets
I got-I got hoes (shit), I got normals (goddamn)
Hit it from the back, make a (yes Lord)
I'm that (real me), I'm that guy (yeehee)
I your cup, I was high (sorry sweetie)
I got neck at (ayy ayy ayy)
She she wanna suck it (yeehee), she was honest (good job)
I sent that bitch to Trader for some saké (saké)
She chose up, I got her (yes Lord, sock it to me)
Ayy ayy ayy

nigga
Fast cars, weed
Bad bitches, I got 'em by the flock
She a healthy nigga
She a healthy nigga
nigga
Fast cars, weed
Bad bitches, yeah I got 'em by the
She a healthy nigga
She a healthy nigga
Ayy ayy ayy ayy