Luyện nghe bài hát Inkredible Remix

[Thugga - 1]
I pop Percocets
Then I pop some
back, strapped, cocked
Plotting on man next
Jack a nigga for his
And it like some Spandex
He hesitate, I spray and him
Like a Tampex oops, I a Tampax
Bitch, I keep anthrax
I can get man wacked, for a couple Tan packs
Shoot off your lap
Nigga, I stacks
I ain't playing,
Bitch, I be spraying

All of guns with accessories
I'm like Cosby for the
I mills like Stephanie
P-ssy niggas can't next to me
I've got dope and
Keep em like both of the levees breached
80s baby but my from the 70s
Worldwide game like a 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 they say shit
I'm just here to the real from the fake shit
I told you, I was n I'm sorry for the wait
I gotta get this
Mane, it's right in my face
I got the on my back
I wanna be up in that place
My mom me to be safe
I just keep running in streets
I can't f-ckin with these 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 free my B
I the type of person to be running from no beef
Those f-cking are gonna be bursting
Somebody knocked off feet
So your f-cking mouth
Before you end up on that floor and
Acting like you're hard
You know been a ho
I told you out the gate I'm not the
I gotta say it, excuse
Almost I'm all Dizzy by the way

Money over bitches, bitch I'm coming for the
living, bitch I'm coming for your neck
Raw! I'm sharp, my swagger an X
I'm a monster
I rap I'm possessed
me Mr. Still Smoking, smoke it in a paper
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 went crazy when they I had a song
Lil Tunechi, bitch!
Get some ice and my Sprite
And light my and my doobies
F-ck your
I'm the one that be my music
I'm a hippie by a lot of pot
Pot is in me
ya like an Autobot
Sleeping on me like I'm rapping with a
Kill a nigga have him thinking he planking

Wayne]
All-red plaid shirt, skinny ass on
Them goons at your front door, choppers "ding dong!"
Didn't I 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 court with them heaters
"Pop!" case
Looking for a bitch to hop up on my totem
And my be stupid-fat, double-stuffed Oreos
I get til I motherf-cking overload
rapping, flows still tight like aerobic's clothes
Ask bitches, I told em hoes
They back it up Sunnydrive and Bronx Tale closure tho
Lighter in my pocket, the sky rocket
Pull em hammers out and run them nigga's like
Got some niggas my city
Thugga, Dizzy,
Sorry 4 the Wait, soon, Carter IV, beyotch!