Luyện nghe bài hát Inkredible Remix

[Thugga - 1]
I pop Percocets
Then I pop some
Sitting back, strapped,
Plotting on your man
Jack a for his work
And stretch it like some
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
off your Sedan lap
Nigga, I stacks
I ain't playing,
Bitch, I be Macks

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

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

Money over bitches, I'm coming for the check
Vampire living, bitch I'm coming for your
Raw! I'm sharp, my swagger an X
I'm a motherf-cking
I rap I'm possessed
Call me Mr. Still Smoking, smoke it in a
The game is a bitch, hold her and rape her
Yes I am a but I be wylin' with my skaters
We probably smoking bumping Tyler the Creator
I'm a Eastside native, all my niggas Soo
They crazy when they heard I had a song
Lil Tunechi, bitch!
Get some ice and pour my
And my bong and my doobies
F-ck your
I'm the one that be producing my
I'm a hippie by a lot of pot
Pot is in me
Drop ya an Autobot
Sleeping on me I'm rapping with a blanket
Kill a have him thinking that he planking

Wayne]
All-red shirt, skinny ass jeans on
goons at your front door, choppers out: "ding dong!"
Didn't I 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 with them heaters
"Pop!" open/closed
Looking for a bitch to hop up on my pole
And my blunt be stupid-fat, Oreos
I get til I motherf-cking overload
Been rapping, flows still tight like aerobic's
Ask them bitches, I em hoes
They back it up like and Bronx Tale closure tho
in my pocket, light the sky rocket
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!