Luyện nghe bài hát Inkredible Remix

[Thugga - 1]
I pop some
I pop some Xanax
Sitting back, strapped,
Plotting on your man
Jack a nigga for his
And stretch it some Spandex
He hesitate, I and leave him
Like a Tampex oops, I meant a
Bitch, I keep anthrax
I can get man wacked, for a couple Tan packs
off your Sedan lap
Nigga, I stacks
I playing, black
Bitch, I be Macks

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

Dizzy]
I got 10 up on my pinky and 20 on my bracelet
Now niggas kissing ass, but they can't say shit
I'm here to separate the real from the fake shit
I told you, I was n I'm sorry for the wait
I gotta get money
Mane, it's here in my face
I got the Devil on my
I don't wanna be up in place
My mom me to be safe
I just 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 need to my nigga B
I ain't the type of to be running from no beef
f-cking guns are gonna be bursting
Somebody knocked off their
So your f-cking mouth
Before you end up on that floor and
Acting like hard cause
You know you've a ho
I told you out the I'm not the fake
I say it, please excuse
forgot I'm all Dizzy by the way

Money over bitches, I'm coming for the check
Vampire living, bitch I'm 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, smoke it in a
The is a bitch, hold her down and rape her
Yes I am a Blood but I be wylin' with my
We probably smoking flavors Tyler the Creator
I'm a Eastside native, all my Soo Woopin'
They crazy when they heard I had a song
Lil Tunechi, bitch!
Get ice and pour my Sprite
And my bong and my doobies
F-ck your
I'm the one be producing my music
I'm a hippie by a lot of pot
Pot is in me
Drop ya like an
Sleeping on me like I'm rapping with a
Kill a nigga have him thinking he planking

[Lil
All-red plaid shirt, ass jeans on
Them goons at your front door, choppers "ding dong!"
I change the game 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 heaters
"Pop!" case
for a bitch to hop up on my totem pole
And my be stupid-fat, double-stuffed Oreos
I get loaded til I motherf-cking
Been rapping, flows tight like aerobic's clothes
Ask them bitches, I em hoes
They it up like Sunnydrive and Bronx Tale closure tho
in my pocket, light the sky rocket
Pull em out and run them nigga's like Stocktons
Got some niggas from my
Thugga, Dizzy,
Sorry 4 the Wait, coming soon, IV, beyotch!