Luyện nghe bài hát Inkredible Remix

[Thugga - 1]
I pop some
Then I pop some
back, strapped, cocked
Plotting on man next
Jack a for his work
And stretch it like Spandex
He hesitate, I spray and him
a Tampex oops, I meant a Tampax
Bitch, I that anthrax
I can get your man wacked, for a Tan packs
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 stand next to me
I've got dope and
em floating like both of the levees breached
80s baby but my from the 70s
Worldwide game like a travelled the 7
ain't OG, scary lil bitch, please
Tune ate p-ssy in the Frisky

Dizzy]
I got 10 up on my pinky and 20 on my bracelet
Now these niggas kissing ass, but can't say shit
I'm just to separate the real from the fake shit
I told you, I was coming n I'm for the wait
I gotta get this
Mane, right here in my face
I got the Devil on my
I don't wanna be up in place
My mom me to be safe
I just keep running in these
I can't stop f-ckin with 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 free my B
I ain't the type of person to be running from no
Those f-cking are gonna be bursting
Somebody knocked off their
So watch f-cking mouth
Before you end up on that and stop
Acting you're hard cause
You you've been a ho
I told you out the I'm not the fake
I gotta say it, excuse
Almost forgot I'm all by the way

Money over bitches, bitch I'm for the check
Vampire living, bitch I'm coming for neck
Raw! I'm sharp, my like an X
I'm a monster
I rap like I'm
Call me Mr. Still Smoking, 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 flavors bumping Tyler the Creator
I'm a Eastside native, all my Soo Woopin'
They crazy when they heard I had a song
Lil Tunechi, bitch!
Get some ice and my Sprite
And light my and my doobies
F-ck your
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 with a
a nigga have him thinking that he planking

[Lil
All-red plaid shirt, skinny ass on
Them goons at front door, choppers out: "ding dong!"
Didn't I change the game and put my motherf-cking on
Now let my ring
"Baka!" is my
you ho-ass niggas, I get money and get over hoes
We hold court with heaters
"Pop!" case
Looking for a bitch to hop up on my totem
And my blunt be stupid-fat, Oreos
I get loaded til I overload
Been rapping, flows still tight like clothes
Ask them bitches, I told em
They back it up like Sunnydrive and Bronx Tale tho
in my pocket, light the sky rocket
Pull em hammers out and run them nigga's Stocktons
Got some niggas from my
Thugga, Dizzy,
4 the Wait, coming soon, Carter IV, beyotch!