Luyện nghe bài hát Heartthrob

Better the cops
I'm 'bout to run up on yo'
Take shit don't belong to me
They say that something wrong me
Red rum, red rum (eh)
Hoodlum, I'm (yeah)
on hell spawn (woah)
We don't get

1]
Rock with it, with it
with lean in it
Party not popping, less my whole fucking in it
Wood, hitting jugg's
Niggas wish that was good
But niggas couldn't it real
But I don't no ill will
I ain't got no ena, and you ain't got no
So don't you come at me
We you ain't got no family
You got no crew
Cause they don't keep it real you
Niggas keep it with me
Despite all of my

(x2)
No what I steal, or all the niggas that I rob
on the west side
Pretty black
The way I used to her feel
I miss when we were friends
in the west end
Touching in her end

2]
Big house (yeah)
Suplex, who (woah)
Russian (yeah)
Bullet threw (eh)
Hart, sharpshooter
Scamming on computers
Future in my
Popped a vyvanse, blew bands
Hang time, signs
Use you're hands, fusion
Stay in
So
Oprah Winfrey, we ain't
Soda is bullet proof
throat in a jeep
A nigga ran off the
Say got evidence on me
But that shit concrete

(x2)

Better call the
I'm 'bout to run up on yo'
shit that don't belong to me
They say that wrong with me
Red rum, red rum (eh)
Hoodlum, I'm (yeah)
Dust on hell (woah)
We don't get