Luyện nghe bài hát Inkredible Remix

[Thugga - 1]
I pop some
Then I pop Xanax
Sitting back, strapped,
on your man next
Jack a for his work
And it like some Spandex
He hesitate, I and leave him
Like a Tampex oops, I a Tampax
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 spraying

All type of guns accessories
I'm like for the bills
I need like Stephanie
P-ssy can't stand next to me
I've got and ecstasy
Keep em floating like both of the breached
80s but my soul from the 70s
Worldwide game 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 and 20 on my bracelet
Now these kissing ass, but they can't say shit
I'm just here to the real from the fake shit
I told you, I was coming n I'm sorry for the
I gotta get money
Mane, it's here 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 running in these
I can't stop with these hoes
But I say I'm doing me
Bitch, I'm a 9th Ward
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 from no
f-cking guns are gonna be bursting
Somebody knocked off feet
So watch your mouth
Before you end up on floor and stop
Acting like hard cause
You you've been a ho
I told you out the gate I'm not the
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 monster
I rap I'm possessed
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 wylin' with my
We probably smoking flavors bumping Tyler the
I'm a Eastside native, all my niggas Soo
They went crazy when heard I had a song
Lil Tunechi, bitch!
Get some ice and pour my
And my bong and my doobies
F-ck producer
I'm the one that be producing my
I'm a surrounded by a lot of pot
Pot is in me
Drop ya like an
Sleeping on me like I'm rapping a blanket
Kill a have him thinking that he planking

[Lil
All-red plaid shirt, ass jeans 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 with them
"Pop!" case
Looking for a to hop up on my totem pole
And my be stupid-fat, double-stuffed Oreos
I get loaded til I overload
Been rapping, still tight like aerobic's clothes
Ask them bitches, I em hoes
They back it up like Sunnydrive and Tale closure tho
Lighter in my pocket, light the sky
Pull em hammers out and run them nigga's like
Got some niggas from my
Thugga, Dizzy,
4 the Wait, coming soon, Carter IV, beyotch!