Luyện nghe bài hát Inkredible Remix

[Thugga - 1]
I pop some
Then I pop some
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 meant a
Bitch, I keep that
I can get your man wacked, for a couple Tan
Shoot off Sedan lap
Nigga, I demand
I ain't playing,
Bitch, I be spraying

All type of with accessories
I'm like Cosby for the
I mills like Stephanie
P-ssy can't stand next to me
got dope and ecstasy
Keep em floating like both of the levees
80s baby but my from the 70s
Worldwide game like a travelled the 7
Niggas ain't OG, scary lil bitch,
ate p-ssy in the can: Frisky

[Raw
I got 10 up on my ring and 20 on my bracelet
Now these niggas ass, but they can't say shit
I'm just here to separate the real from the fake
I told you, I was coming n I'm sorry for the
I gotta get money
Mane, right here in my face
I got the Devil on my
I don't wanna be up in place
My mom tell me to be
I just keep in these streets
I can't stop f-ckin with 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 the type of person to be running from no beef
Those guns are gonna be bursting
Somebody knocked off feet
So watch your f-cking
Before you end up on that and stop
like you're hard cause
You know you've a ho
I told you out the gate I'm not the
I say it, please excuse
forgot 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 like an X
I'm a monster
I rap like I'm
Call me Mr. Still Smoking, smoke it in a
The game is a bitch, her down and rape 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 heard I had a
Lil Tunechi, bitch!
Get ice and pour my Sprite
And my bong and my doobies
F-ck your
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 like I'm rapping with a
Kill a nigga have him that he planking

[Lil
All-red plaid shirt, ass jeans on
Them at your front door, choppers out: "ding dong!"
Didn't I change the game and put my motherf-cking on
Now let my chopper
"Baka!" is my
you ho-ass niggas, I get money and get over hoes
We hold court with heaters
"Pop!" open/closed
for a bitch to hop up on my totem pole
And my blunt be stupid-fat, Oreos
I get loaded til I motherf-cking
Been rapping, flows still tight like aerobic's
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 Stocktons
Got niggas from my city
Thugga, Dizzy,
Sorry 4 the Wait, coming soon, IV, beyotch!