Luyện nghe bài hát Inkredible Remix

[Thugga - 1]
I pop Percocets
Then I pop Xanax
Sitting back, strapped,
Plotting on man next
a nigga 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 your man wacked, for a couple Tan
Shoot off your lap
Nigga, I demand
I ain't playing,
Bitch, I be Macks

All of guns with accessories
I'm like for the bills
I need like Stephanie
P-ssy can't stand next to me
I've got dope and
Keep em floating like both of the breached
80s baby but my soul the 70s
Worldwide game a travelled the 7 seas
ain't OG, scary lil bitch, please
Tune ate p-ssy in the Frisky

[Raw
I got 10 up on my ring and 20 on my bracelet
Now these niggas kissing ass, but they can't say
I'm just here to the real from the fake shit
I you, I was coming n I'm sorry for the wait
I gotta get this
Mane, right here in my face
I got the on my back
I don't wanna be up in place
My mom tell me to be
I keep running in these streets
I can't stop f-ckin these hoes
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 from no
Those f-cking are gonna be bursting
Somebody off their feet
So watch f-cking mouth
you end up on that floor and stop
Acting like you're hard
You know you've a ho
I you out the gate I'm not the fake
I gotta say it, excuse
Almost forgot I'm all by the way

Money bitches, bitch I'm coming for the check
Vampire living, bitch I'm coming for neck
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, hold her 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 niggas Soo
went crazy when they heard I had a song
Lil Tunechi, bitch!
Get some ice and pour my
And light my bong and my
F-ck your
I'm the one be producing my music
I'm a hippie by a lot of pot
Pot is in me
Drop ya like an
Sleeping on me like I'm rapping a blanket
Kill a nigga have him thinking that he

Wayne]
All-red shirt, skinny ass jeans on
Them goons at your front door, out: "ding dong!"
Didn't I change the game and put my motherf-cking on
Now let my chopper
"Baka!" is my
F-ck you niggas, I get money and get over hoes
We court with them heaters
"Pop!" case
Looking for a bitch to hop up on my totem
And my blunt be stupid-fat, 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 like Sunnydrive and Tale closure tho
Lighter in my pocket, the sky rocket
Pull em hammers out and run them like Stocktons
Got some niggas from my
Thugga, Dizzy,
4 the Wait, coming soon, Carter IV, beyotch!