Luyện nghe bài hát I Might

[Hook: Thug]

Yeah,
Fuck is you talking Bitch, you offended me
I might go 'head and let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me
I just go 'head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it's chemistry
Goddamn, I had four hoes at one time, was drilling me
I heard the lil boy was on killing me
Fuck 'round and lift up they soul like lil be wheelin'
I usually don't beg but I don't the ceiling please
fucking kidneys up

[Verse 1: Young
Molly, my cup look like bath
And I'm too horsed for asphalt
Therefore I'm in clouds from day to
say that I changed, it's the cash fault
Pay like a cash cow
I through the lanes like a NASCAR
The stainless, stainless
We young and rich and we
I'm at Piccadilly's with missus, nigga
And the weed stinking like a chitlin,
Bend the down like a Philly, nigga
Make me catch you slipping it's Christmas, nigga
The bulletproof can a missile, nigga
I got benji on me and he cripping,
I done wrapped the in the city, ho
I done wrapped the in the bity, nigga
Put a swimming pool in the living
How I'm living, nigga, I ain't swimming,
Only that me and Michael Phelps got in common that we winning nigga
Rock lifestyle
Your hoe's going

[Hook: Young
Yeah,
Fuck is you 'bout? Bitch, you offending me
I just might go and let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me
I just might go 'head and mix me a Sprite with some lean it's chemistry
Goddamn, I had hoes one time they was drilling me
I heard the lil boy was on killing me
Fuck 'round and up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin'
I usually don't bet but I don't the ceiling please
fucking up my kidneys

[Verse 3: 21
Everywhere I go, I a chopper with me, whoa
I with that diss song shit, I been a shotta nigga, whoa
Hundred shotters with me,
on me, whoa
VVSs on me,
Badaboom, (21)
Mob shit, send the hit, shoot up car shit
Put them blue tips in that (21)
We put them drums in carbines (21)
We pull up on and spark 'em (21)
I take your chain if it sparkle (Facts)
Street really came from nothing (What?)
Strip a nigga like cousin (21)
Kill a nigga then you something (What?)
You was talking, nigga, I was (What?)
We was shooting, nigga, you was
You was texting, nigga, I was (21)
I was nigga, you was bluffing (21)
Hide and seek, nigga, I was (Facts)
Car and my gun Russian
Sneak get a concussion (21, 21)

[Hook: Young
Yeah,
Fuck is you talking 'bout? Bitch, you me
I just might go 'head and let this lil bitch suck my dick till it me
I might go 'head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it's chemistry
Goddamn, I have a whole xan one time was drilling me
I heard the lil boy was plotting on me
Fuck and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin'
I don't bet but I don't want the ceiling please
fucking up my kidneys