Luyện nghe bài hát Inkredible Remix

[Thugga - 1]
I pop Percocets
I pop some Xanax
Sitting back, strapped,
Plotting on your man
a nigga for his work
And stretch it like Spandex
He hesitate, I spray and him
Like a oops, I meant a Tampax
Bitch, I that anthrax
I can get your man wacked, for a couple Tan
off your Sedan lap
Nigga, I stacks
I ain't playing,
Bitch, I be Macks

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 like a travelled the 7 seas
ain't OG, scary 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 niggas kissing ass, but they say shit
I'm here to separate 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 Devil on my
I don't wanna be up in that
My mom tell me to be
I keep running in these streets
I can't f-ckin with these hoes
But I say I'm just me
Bitch, I'm a 9th nigga
street, D&G
That Flordia right by the D they to free my nigga B
I ain't the of person to be running from no beef
Those f-cking guns are gonna be
knocked off their feet
So your f-cking mouth
Before you end up on floor and stop
like you're hard cause
You know been a ho
I told you out the I'm not the fake
I gotta say it, excuse
Almost I'm all Dizzy by the way

Money bitches, bitch 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 like I'm
me Mr. Still Smoking, smoke 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 smoking flavors Tyler the Creator
I'm a Eastside native, all my Soo Woopin'
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 producer
I'm the one that be 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 a blanket
Kill a nigga have him thinking that he

[Lil
All-red shirt, skinny 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
F-ck you niggas, I get money and get over hoes
We hold court them heaters
"Pop!" open/closed
Looking for a bitch to hop up on my pole
And my be stupid-fat, double-stuffed Oreos
I get til I motherf-cking overload
Been rapping, flows still like aerobic's clothes
Ask them bitches, I told em
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 from my city
Thugga, Dizzy,
Sorry 4 the Wait, coming soon, IV, beyotch!