Luyện nghe bài hát Inkredible Remix

[Thugga - 1]
I pop some
I pop some Xanax
Sitting back, strapped,
on your man next
Jack a for his work
And stretch it like some
He hesitate, I spray and him
Like a oops, I meant a Tampax
Bitch, I keep anthrax
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 like for the bills
I need mills Stephanie
niggas can't stand next to me
I've got and ecstasy
Keep em floating like both of the levees
80s but my soul from the 70s
game like a travelled the 7 seas
Niggas OG, scary lil bitch, please
Tune ate p-ssy in the Frisky

[Raw
I got 10 up on my pinky and 20 on my bracelet
Now these kissing ass, but they can't say shit
I'm just here to the real from the fake shit
I told you, I was coming n I'm for the wait
I gotta get money
Mane, it's right in my face
I got the Devil on my
I don't be up in that place
My mom tell me to be
I just keep running in 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 need to my nigga B
I ain't the type of person to be running no beef
Those f-cking guns are gonna be
knocked off their feet
So watch f-cking mouth
you end up on that floor and stop
Acting like you're cause
You you've been a ho
I told you out the I'm not the fake
I say it, please excuse
forgot I'm all Dizzy by the way

Money over bitches, I'm coming for the check
living, bitch I'm coming for your neck
Raw! I'm sharp, my swagger an X
I'm a motherf-cking
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 Blood but I be wylin' my skaters
We probably smoking bumping Tyler the Creator
I'm a Eastside native, all my Soo Woopin'
They went crazy when they heard I had a
Lil Tunechi, bitch!
Get ice and pour my Sprite
And light my and my doobies
F-ck producer
I'm the one that be producing my
I'm a hippie by a lot of pot
Pot is in me
Drop ya an Autobot
Sleeping on me like I'm rapping a blanket
a nigga have him thinking that he planking

[Lil
plaid shirt, skinny 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
Been rapping, flows still tight like aerobic's
Ask bitches, I told em hoes
back it up like Sunnydrive and Bronx Tale closure tho
Lighter in my pocket, the sky rocket
Pull em hammers out and run them like Stocktons
Got niggas from my city
Thugga, Dizzy,
Sorry 4 the Wait, coming soon, IV, beyotch!