Luyện nghe bài hát I Might

[Hook: Thug]

Yeah,
Fuck is you talking bout? Bitch, you 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 with some lean like it's chemistry
Goddamn, I had four hoes at one time, they was me
I heard the lil boy was plotting on me
Fuck 'round and lift up they soul like lil be wheelin'
I usually beg but I don't want 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 day to dawn
They say that I changed, it's the 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 your missus, nigga
And the weed stinking like a chitlin,
Bend the money down like a Philly,
Make me catch you then it's Christmas, nigga
The can take a missile, nigga
I got benji on me and he cripping,
I done wrapped the in the city, ho
I done the Bentley in the bity, nigga
Put a swimming in the living room
How I'm living, nigga, I ain't swimming,
Only thing that me and Michael Phelps got in common we winning nigga
star lifestyle
Your hoe's going

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

3: 21 Savage]
Everywhere I go, I a chopper with me, whoa
I ain't with diss song shit, I been a shotta nigga, whoa
Hundred with me, whoa
on me, whoa
VVSs on me,
Badaboom, (21)
Mob shit, send the hit, up your car shit
Put them blue tips in cartridge (21)
We put them drums in them (21)
We pull up on rappers and 'em (21)
I might take your if it sparkle (Facts)
Street nigga really came from (What?)
Strip a nigga like Caine (21)
Kill a nigga then you saying (What?)
You was talking, nigga, I was (What?)
We was shooting, nigga, you was
You was texting, nigga, I was (21)
I was betting nigga, you was (21)
Hide and seek, nigga, I was (Facts)
Car foreign and my gun
Sneak get a concussion (21, 21)

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