Luyện nghe bài hát Inkredible Remix

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

All type of with accessories
I'm Cosby for the bills
I need mills like
P-ssy niggas can't stand to me
I've got and ecstasy
Keep em like both of the levees breached
80s baby but my soul the 70s
Worldwide like a travelled the 7 seas
Niggas ain't OG, lil bitch, please
Tune ate in the can: Frisky

[Raw
I got 10 up on my pinky ring and 20 on my
Now these niggas kissing ass, but they can't say
I'm just to separate the real from the fake shit
I told you, I was coming n I'm sorry for the
I get this money
Mane, right here in my face
I got the Devil on my
I don't be up in that place
My mom me to be safe
I just keep in these streets
I can't stop f-ckin with these
But I say I'm just me
Bitch, I'm a 9th nigga
street, D&G
That Flordia right by the D need to free my nigga 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 floor and stop
Acting like you're cause
You know you've a ho
I told you out the 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 coming for neck
Raw! I'm sharp, my like an X
I'm a motherf-cking
I rap I'm possessed
me Mr. Still Smoking, smoke it in a paper
The is a bitch, hold her down and rape her
Yes I am a Blood but I be wylin' my skaters
We probably smoking flavors bumping the Creator
I'm a Eastside native, all my niggas Soo
They went crazy they heard I had a song
Lil Tunechi, bitch!
Get some ice and my Sprite
And light my and my doobies
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
Kill a have him thinking that he planking

[Lil
All-red plaid shirt, ass jeans on
Them goons at your front door, choppers "ding dong!"
Didn't I change the game and put my team on
Now let my ring
"Baka!" is my
F-ck you niggas, I get money and get over hoes
We court with them heaters
"Pop!" open/closed
Looking for a bitch to hop up on my pole
And my blunt be stupid-fat, double-stuffed
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 and Bronx Tale closure tho
Lighter in my pocket, light the sky
Pull em out and run them nigga's like Stocktons
Got niggas from my city
Thugga, Dizzy,
4 the Wait, coming soon, Carter IV, beyotch!