Luyện nghe bài hát Inkredible Remix

[Thugga - 1]
I pop Percocets
I pop some Xanax
Sitting back, strapped,
on your man next
Jack a nigga for his
And stretch it like some
He hesitate, I and leave him
a Tampex oops, I meant a Tampax
Bitch, I keep anthrax
I can get your man wacked, for a Tan packs
Shoot off Sedan lap
Nigga, I demand
I ain't playing,
Bitch, I be Macks

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

[Raw
I got 10 up on my pinky and 20 on my bracelet
Now these niggas kissing ass, but can't say shit
I'm here to separate the real from the fake shit
I told you, I was coming n I'm for the wait
I gotta get this
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 these
But I say I'm doing me
Bitch, I'm a 9th nigga
street, D&G
That Flordia by the D they need to free my nigga B
I ain't the type of person to be running no beef
Those guns are gonna be bursting
Somebody knocked off their
So watch your mouth
Before you end up on floor and stop
Acting like you're cause
You know 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, bitch I'm coming for the
Vampire living, bitch I'm for your neck
Raw! I'm sharp, my like 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 down and her
Yes I am a but I be wylin' with my skaters
We smoking flavors bumping Tyler the Creator
I'm a native, all my niggas Soo Woopin'
They crazy when 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 be producing my music
I'm a surrounded by a lot of pot
Pot is in me
Drop ya like an
Sleeping on me I'm rapping with a blanket
a nigga have him thinking that he planking

[Lil
plaid shirt, skinny ass jeans on
Them 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 money and get hoes
We hold court them heaters
"Pop!" open/closed
Looking for a bitch to hop up on my totem
And my be stupid-fat, double-stuffed Oreos
I get loaded til I overload
Been rapping, flows still tight like clothes
Ask them bitches, I em hoes
They it up like Sunnydrive and Bronx Tale closure tho
Lighter in my pocket, the sky rocket
em hammers out and run them nigga's like Stocktons
Got some niggas my city
Thugga, Dizzy,
4 the Wait, coming soon, Carter IV, beyotch!