Luyện nghe bài hát Inkredible Remix

[Thugga - 1]
I pop some
Then I pop some
Sitting back, strapped,
on your man next
Jack a nigga for his
And it like some Spandex
He hesitate, I and leave him
Like a Tampex oops, I a Tampax
Bitch, I keep that
I can get your man wacked, for a couple Tan
Shoot off your lap
Nigga, I demand
I playing, black
Bitch, I be Macks

All type of guns with
I'm like Cosby for the
I need like Stephanie
niggas can't stand next to me
I've got and ecstasy
Keep em floating like both of the breached
80s but my soul from the 70s
Worldwide game like a travelled the 7
Niggas OG, scary lil bitch, please
Tune ate p-ssy in the can:

[Raw
I got 10 up on my pinky and 20 on my bracelet
Now these niggas ass, but they can't say shit
I'm just to separate the real from the fake shit
I told you, I was coming n I'm sorry for the
I get this money
Mane, it's here in my face
I got the on my back
I don't wanna be up in that
My mom me to be safe
I keep running in these streets
I can't stop f-ckin with hoes
But I say I'm doing me
Bitch, I'm a 9th nigga
street, D&G
That Flordia right by the D they to free my nigga B
I ain't the type of person to be running from no
Those f-cking guns are gonna be
Somebody knocked off their
So watch f-cking mouth
Before you end up on floor and stop
Acting like you're hard
You you've been a ho
I told you out the gate I'm not the
I gotta say it, excuse
Almost forgot I'm all by the way

Money over bitches, I'm coming for the check
Vampire living, bitch I'm coming for neck
Raw! I'm sharp, my swagger an X
I'm a motherf-cking
I rap like I'm
Call me Mr. Smoking, smoke it in a paper
The is a bitch, hold her down and rape her
Yes I am a Blood but I be with my skaters
We probably smoking flavors bumping the Creator
I'm a Eastside native, all my Soo Woopin'
They went crazy they heard I had a song
Lil Tunechi, bitch!
Get some ice and pour my
And light my bong and my
your producer
I'm the one that be my music
I'm a hippie by a lot of pot
Pot is in me
Drop ya an Autobot
Sleeping on me like I'm rapping with a
Kill a nigga him thinking that he planking

Wayne]
All-red plaid shirt, ass jeans on
Them goons at front door, choppers out: "ding dong!"
I change the game and put my motherf-cking team on
Now let my chopper
"Baka!" is my
F-ck you ho-ass niggas, I get and get over hoes
We hold court them heaters
"Pop!" case
Looking for a to hop up on my totem pole
And my blunt be stupid-fat, Oreos
I get loaded til I overload
Been rapping, still tight like aerobic's clothes
Ask them bitches, I em hoes
back it up like Sunnydrive and Bronx Tale closure tho
Lighter in my pocket, light the sky
Pull em hammers out and run them nigga's Stocktons
Got some niggas from my
Thugga, Dizzy,
Sorry 4 the Wait, coming soon, IV, beyotch!