Luyện nghe bài hát Inkredible Remix

[Thugga - 1]
I pop Percocets
Then I pop Xanax
back, strapped, cocked
Plotting on your man
a nigga for his work
And stretch it some Spandex
He hesitate, I and leave him
Like a Tampex oops, I meant a
Bitch, I keep that
I can get man wacked, for a couple Tan packs
Shoot off Sedan lap
Nigga, I demand
I ain't playing,
Bitch, I be Macks

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

[Raw
I got 10 up on my ring and 20 on my bracelet
Now these niggas kissing ass, but can't say shit
I'm just here to separate the from the fake shit
I told you, I was n I'm sorry for the wait
I gotta get money
Mane, it's here in my face
I got the on my back
I wanna be up in that place
My mom tell me to be
I just keep in these streets
I can't stop with 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 no beef
Those guns are gonna be bursting
Somebody knocked off their
So watch your mouth
Before you end up on that floor and
Acting like you're cause
You know 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 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 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 when they heard I had a song
Lil Tunechi, bitch!
Get some ice and pour my
And my bong and my doobies
your producer
I'm the one that be producing my
I'm a surrounded by a lot of pot
Pot is in me
ya like an Autobot
Sleeping on me I'm rapping with a blanket
Kill a nigga have him thinking he planking

[Lil
All-red plaid shirt, skinny ass on
Them goons at your door, choppers out: "ding dong!"
Didn't I the game and put my motherf-cking team on
Now let my chopper
"Baka!" is my
you ho-ass niggas, I get money and get over hoes
We hold with them 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 like aerobic's clothes
Ask bitches, I told em hoes
They 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 some from my city
Thugga, Dizzy,
Sorry 4 the Wait, coming soon, IV, beyotch!