Luyện nghe bài hát Keylime OG (Remix)

Rico, Rico, Rico,
Who is going crazy
Aye

I just went to
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 'bout drama (haha, yeah)
And you I keep the heat on me
talkin' bout the summer

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

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

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' police
Keep bitch on a leash
Or keep 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 call police
Keep that bitch on a
Or that bitch from 'round me
Yeah,