Luyện nghe bài hát Inkredible Remix

[Thugga - 1]
I pop Percocets
Then I pop some
Sitting back, strapped,
on your man next
Jack a nigga for his
And stretch it like some
He hesitate, I spray and him
Like a oops, I meant a Tampax
Bitch, I that anthrax
I can get your man wacked, for a couple Tan
Shoot off your lap
Nigga, I stacks
I ain't playing,
Bitch, I be Macks

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

Dizzy]
I got 10 up on my pinky ring and 20 on my
Now these niggas kissing ass, but they can't say
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, it's right in my face
I got the on my back
I don't be up in that place
My mom me to be safe
I just keep in these streets
I can't f-ckin with these hoes
But I say I'm just me
Bitch, I'm a 9th nigga
street, D&G
That Flordia right by the D need to free my nigga B
I ain't the type of to be running from no beef
Those f-cking guns are gonna be
knocked off their feet
So watch your mouth
you end up on that floor and stop
Acting like you're cause
You you've been a ho
I told you out the gate I'm not the
I gotta say it, excuse
forgot I'm all Dizzy by the way

Money over bitches, bitch I'm for the check
Vampire living, bitch I'm coming for neck
Raw! I'm sharp, my swagger an X
I'm a monster
I rap I'm possessed
Call me Mr. Still Smoking, smoke it in a
The game is a bitch, hold her down and her
Yes I am a Blood but I be wylin' my skaters
We probably flavors bumping Tyler the Creator
I'm a Eastside native, all my niggas Soo
They went crazy when heard I had a song
Lil Tunechi, bitch!
Get ice and pour 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

Wayne]
All-red plaid shirt, skinny ass on
Them goons at your front door, out: "ding dong!"
Didn't I change the game and put my motherf-cking on
Now let my ring
"Baka!" is my
F-ck you niggas, I get money and get over hoes
We court with them heaters
"Pop!" open/closed
Looking for a bitch to hop up on my pole
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 em hoes
They back it up like Sunnydrive and Bronx closure tho
Lighter in my pocket, the sky rocket
Pull em hammers out and run them nigga's Stocktons
Got some niggas from my
Thugga, Dizzy,
Sorry 4 the Wait, soon, Carter IV, beyotch!