Luyện nghe bài hát Keylime OG (Remix)

Rico, Rico, Rico,
Who is going crazy
Aye

I went to Benihana
And I'm smoking and funnel
You a wannabe, who be (woah)
I'm only the commas (yeah, yeah, yeah)
See me in the on any day
I'm really that drama (haha, yeah)
And you I keep the heat on me
talkin' bout the summer

Smoking Key OG (what?)
And this car got two (it got two seats)
I hop out it dank
You can it on me
Handle shit myself
I ain't gon' call (huh, what?)
Keep that on a leash (woah)
Or keep that from 'round me
Yeah,

Walkin' wit' a attitude what's the problem? (What's the problem hoe?)
I don't hang with DMX I'm with some (huh?) Ruff
Gas got me high as shit but no, I ain't the (I ain't the, huh?)
I'm the whole you hangin' (huh?) with a whole biter (yeah)
I was hustling when these niggas was Spyder (huh?)
And I'm servin' like I'm in a fuckin' diner (yeah, yeah)
I been the flame, I just need a lighter (need a lighter)
I'm a doer all these bitches lookin' like some (yeah)
With the touch I got the (I got the Midas)
Drinkin' Ace of Spades, you drinkin' cider (apple cider)
When I see that hoe, I'ma fuckin' her (I'ma fuckin' fight her)
Mike (huh?), I'ma fuckin' bite her (bitch, yuh)
Huh, shit! my lighter? (Where my lighter?)
I know that I'll be the best, I don't need no title (I don't no title)
Walk up in the ring, who my rival? (Who my rival?)
Nigga fuck that, go grab the (huh, huh, yeah)
Spray the champagne, my get to wildin' (woah, yeah)
Got bitch mad, she saying we childish (yeah, huh, yeah)
I'm just tryna on anyone who doubt it (woah, woah, woah)
Your jewelry fake boy, it's lookin' real (Rico, Rico, yeah)
I'm to death, my outfit 'bout to have a bounty (yeah)
Walk up in the club, they pat down me (huh, yeah, yeah)
I'm gettin' money while these out here lounging (yeah, woah, yeah)
Been workin' all week, my account astounding

Sm-smoking Key OG
And car got two seats
I hop out it dank
You-you can it on me
Handle shit myself
I ain't gon' call
Keep that bitch on a
Or that bitch from 'round me
(Smoking Key OG)
And car got two seats
(when I hop out it dank)
You-you can it on me
(Handle shit myself)
I-I ain't gon' call
that bitch on a leash
Or keep bitch from 'round me
Yeah,