Luyện nghe bài hát Inkredible Remix

[Thugga - 1]
I pop some
Then I pop some
back, strapped, cocked
Plotting on man next
Jack a for his work
And it like some Spandex
He hesitate, I spray and him
Like a Tampex oops, I a Tampax
Bitch, I that anthrax
I can get your man wacked, for a Tan packs
Shoot off Sedan lap
Nigga, I demand
I ain't playing,
Bitch, I be spraying

All of guns with accessories
I'm like for the bills
I need mills Stephanie
P-ssy niggas can't stand to me
got dope and ecstasy
Keep em floating both of the levees breached
80s baby but my soul the 70s
Worldwide game like a travelled the 7
Niggas ain't OG, scary lil bitch,
Tune ate in the can: Frisky

Dizzy]
I got 10 up on my ring 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 n I'm sorry for the wait
I gotta get this
Mane, it's right here in my
I got the on my back
I don't be up in that place
My mom tell me to be
I keep running in these streets
I stop f-ckin with these hoes
But I say I'm doing me
Bitch, I'm a 9th Ward
street, D&G
That Flordia right by the D they need to my nigga B
I ain't the type of person to be from no beef
Those f-cking guns are gonna be
knocked off their feet
So watch your f-cking
you end up on that floor and stop
Acting like hard cause
You know been a ho
I you out the gate I'm not the fake
I gotta say it, excuse
Almost I'm all Dizzy 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 like an X
I'm a motherf-cking
I rap like I'm
Call me Mr. Smoking, smoke it in a paper
The game is a bitch, 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 when they I had a song
Lil Tunechi, bitch!
Get some ice and my Sprite
And light my and my doobies
F-ck producer
I'm the one that be my music
I'm a surrounded by a lot of pot
Pot is in me
ya like an Autobot
Sleeping on me like I'm rapping a blanket
Kill a nigga have him thinking that he

[Lil
All-red plaid shirt, skinny ass on
Them goons at your front door, choppers "ding dong!"
Didn't I change the and put my motherf-cking team on
Now let my ring
"Baka!" is my
F-ck you ho-ass niggas, I get money and get hoes
We hold court with them
"Pop!" open/closed
Looking for a bitch to hop up on my totem
And my blunt be stupid-fat, double-stuffed
I get loaded til I overload
rapping, flows still tight like aerobic's clothes
Ask them bitches, I told em
They back it up like Sunnydrive and Bronx Tale tho
in my pocket, light the sky rocket
Pull em hammers out and run them like Stocktons
Got some from my city
Thugga, Dizzy,
4 the Wait, coming soon, Carter IV, beyotch!