Luyện nghe bài hát Inkredible Remix

[Thugga - 1]
I pop some
Then I pop some
Sitting back, strapped,
Plotting on your man
Jack a for his work
And stretch it like 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 Tan packs
Shoot off your lap
Nigga, I stacks
I playing, black
Bitch, I be Macks

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

Dizzy]
I got 10 up on my pinky and 20 on my bracelet
Now these niggas kissing ass, but they say shit
I'm just here to separate the real from the fake
I told you, I was n I'm sorry for the wait
I get this money
Mane, right here in my face
I got the Devil on my
I don't wanna be up in place
My mom tell me to be
I just keep running in these
I can't stop f-ckin with these
But I say I'm doing me
Bitch, I'm a 9th nigga
street, D&G
That Flordia by the D they need to free my nigga B
I ain't the type of person to be from no beef
Those guns are gonna be bursting
Somebody knocked off their
So watch your mouth
Before you end up on that and stop
like you're hard cause
You know you've 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 bitches, bitch I'm coming for the check
living, bitch I'm coming for your neck
Raw! I'm sharp, my like an X
I'm a motherf-cking
I rap like I'm
Call me Mr. Still Smoking, it in a paper
The game is a bitch, hold her and rape her
Yes I am a Blood but I be with my skaters
We probably smoking flavors bumping Tyler the
I'm a Eastside native, all my niggas Soo
They went crazy they heard I had a song
Lil Tunechi, bitch!
Get some ice and pour my
And light my bong and my
F-ck 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
on me like I'm rapping with a blanket
Kill a have him thinking that he planking

Wayne]
All-red plaid shirt, ass jeans on
Them goons at your front door, choppers "ding dong!"
Didn't I change the game and put my team on
Now let my chopper
"Baka!" is my
you ho-ass niggas, I get money and get over hoes
We hold court them heaters
"Pop!" open/closed
Looking for a bitch to hop up on my pole
And my be stupid-fat, double-stuffed Oreos
I get til I motherf-cking overload
Been rapping, flows still tight like clothes
Ask them bitches, I told em
They it up like Sunnydrive and Bronx Tale closure tho
Lighter in my pocket, the sky rocket
Pull em hammers out and run them like Stocktons
Got some niggas my city
Thugga, Dizzy,
Sorry 4 the Wait, coming soon, IV, beyotch!