Luyện nghe bài hát Inkredible Remix

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

All of guns with accessories
I'm Cosby for the bills
I mills like Stephanie
P-ssy niggas can't stand to me
got dope and ecstasy
Keep em like both of the levees breached
80s but my soul from the 70s
Worldwide game a travelled the 7 seas
Niggas ain't OG, scary lil bitch,
Tune ate p-ssy in the Frisky

[Raw
I got 10 up on my pinky and 20 on my bracelet
Now these niggas ass, but they can't say shit
I'm just here to separate the real from the fake
I told you, I was coming n I'm sorry for the
I gotta get money
Mane, right here in my face
I got the on my back
I don't be up in that place
My mom tell me to be
I just keep 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 Flordia right by the D they to free my nigga B
I ain't the type of to be running from no beef
Those f-cking are gonna be bursting
Somebody off their feet
So watch your f-cking
Before you end up on that and stop
Acting like hard cause
You know been 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 over bitches, I'm coming for the check
Vampire living, I'm coming for your neck
Raw! I'm sharp, my like an X
I'm a monster
I rap like I'm
Call me Mr. Smoking, smoke it in a paper
The game is a bitch, hold her and rape her
Yes I am a Blood but I be wylin' my skaters
We probably smoking flavors Tyler the Creator
I'm a native, all my niggas Soo Woopin'
They went crazy when 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 that be producing my
I'm a hippie by a lot of pot
Pot is in me
ya like an Autobot
Sleeping on me like I'm rapping a blanket
a nigga have him thinking that he planking

[Lil
All-red plaid shirt, ass jeans on
goons 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 ho-ass niggas, I get money and get over
We hold court them heaters
"Pop!" open/closed
Looking for a bitch to hop up on my totem
And my be stupid-fat, double-stuffed Oreos
I get loaded til I motherf-cking
Been rapping, still tight like aerobic's clothes
Ask bitches, I told em hoes
They it up like Sunnydrive and Bronx Tale closure tho
Lighter in my pocket, light the sky
Pull em hammers out and run them like Stocktons
Got some niggas my city
Thugga, Dizzy,
Sorry 4 the Wait, soon, Carter IV, beyotch!