Luyện nghe bài hát Inkredible Remix

[Thugga - 1]
I pop Percocets
Then I pop some
Sitting back, strapped,
Plotting on man next
Jack a nigga for his
And stretch it like Spandex
He hesitate, I and leave him
Like a Tampex oops, I a Tampax
Bitch, I that anthrax
I can get man wacked, for a couple Tan packs
off your Sedan lap
Nigga, I demand
I playing, black
Bitch, I be spraying

All type of with accessories
I'm Cosby for the bills
I need mills like
niggas can't stand next to me
I've got and ecstasy
em floating like both of the levees breached
80s baby but my soul the 70s
game like a travelled the 7 seas
Niggas ain't OG, lil bitch, please
Tune ate in the can: Frisky

[Raw
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 coming n I'm sorry for the
I get this money
Mane, it's right in my face
I got the on my back
I don't wanna be up in place
My mom tell me to be
I just keep running in streets
I can't stop f-ckin with these
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 their
So watch f-cking mouth
Before you end up on that floor and
Acting like you're cause
You know you've a ho
I told you out the gate I'm not the
I say it, please 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 your
Raw! I'm sharp, my swagger 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, her down and rape her
Yes I am a Blood but I be with my skaters
We probably flavors bumping Tyler the Creator
I'm a Eastside native, all my Soo Woopin'
They went crazy they heard I had a song
Lil Tunechi, bitch!
Get ice and pour my Sprite
And light my bong and my
your producer
I'm the one that be producing my
I'm a surrounded by a lot of pot
Pot is in me
ya like an Autobot
Sleeping on me like I'm with a blanket
a nigga have him thinking that he planking

[Lil
All-red plaid shirt, skinny ass on
Them goons at your door, choppers 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 hold court them heaters
"Pop!" open/closed
Looking for a to hop up on my totem pole
And my be stupid-fat, double-stuffed Oreos
I get loaded til I motherf-cking
Been rapping, still tight like aerobic's clothes
Ask them bitches, I told em
They back it up like Sunnydrive and Bronx closure tho
in my pocket, light the sky rocket
Pull em hammers out and run nigga's like Stocktons
Got some from my city
Thugga, Dizzy,
Sorry 4 the Wait, coming soon, IV, beyotch!