Luyện nghe bài hát I Can

Yuh, yuh, yuh, huh,

I can, I can, I can
I will, I am gon count out bands
I a brand new time piece
And it came a bad bitch pants
I a pyrex pot put it next to my wrist
And I look at it
Dasher, Rudolph, and
Percocet, molly, and (percy)

on the gazebo
Pulling up like Z-Bo
I am to kilos
Fifty members got Rico
Young nigga trapped by the
Late to the got your seat stole
You tried to pull up with that little
My pull up with that truckload
stouts, eggrolls
Ain't having clout doing shows
Everybody she the cheap hoe
I'm on my bad
When I up it's the Migos
Bleed til your girl her knees close
Cuz' we shooting shots freethrows
Money coming ways like Cee Lo (three)

I can, I can, I can
I will, I am
count out them bands
I bought a brand new piece
And it came a bad bitch pants
I a pyrex pot put it next to my wrist and I look at it dance
Dasher, Rudolph, and
Percocet, molly, and (percy)

Codeine on top of my
there by the extra handgun
They me I couldn't, when I can
We still transactions off a Samsung (brrt)
I beat the pot using both (beat it up)
I keep that drink when drought come
from Cuba, it's a mile run (12)
Act in my pimp cup feel like Don
Never forget where you from (no!)
to these niggas like Farrakhan (preach)
I you lil niggas like Daniel Son
blow up the spot like Saddam (Hussein)
I'm at the top of the
I her face til it's numb (ay)
Hundred drum
I'm in the slums, some, no Grey Poupon
Uh

I can, I can, I can, I will, I am
count out them bands
I bought a new time piece
And it came with a bad pants (woo)
I bought a pot put it next to my wrist
And I at it dance (skrt)
Dasher, Rudolph, and
Percocet, molly, and (percy)

up Migos, work the work like the Mexicans
Similar to the OG, I'm a
Breakdown the backwood up with cannabis
I'm on the molly, percocet, and
Shoot the chopper, I might hit your granddad
We the nigga, you ride the bandwagon
You get it
We young rich and we havin'
Long don't care like I'm Lenny Kravitz
Real niggas only you pussy
Bought a new chain, it 20 Savage
Bricks now, used to serve addicts
My like Mariah, no Nick Cannon
My young wild'n out with the cannon
Still flex on my ex bitch she can't it
20 bags from LA, they just
Graduated from trap school, did
Walk in the strip club the marching band
rings on me
Nigga I might not shake hand (young rich nigga)
Mexicans strapped a Taliban
I can hear the on my neck rattling
All this like a nigga was paddling
Hi-tech and mix up the medicine
Perc and the lean I bet you better then
at Cheetahs, I guess I'm a gentleman
I the plug I don't talk to the middleman
Geeked the whole trap up, I need me some
Nigga my best friend name is Benjamin
Three bitches, salt and the cinnamon
Still the law we be breakin' and bendin' them
No more bags now, we sendin' them
Old school dirty bird, Finneran
Used to a bag now I got ten of them

I can, I can, I can
I will, I am
Gon' out them bands
I bought a new time piece
And it came with a bad pants
I bought a pot put it next to my wrist
And I look at it
Dasher, Rudolph, and
Percocet, molly, and (percy)