Luyện nghe bài hát Kristi

Aw baby, she got a flip phone
Da-damn baby, I been
Been chokin' and it's so potent baby, we high
And you got the Gucci by my man Ferg, baby?
You a giant baby, you steppin' on these necks
Sometimes you gotta just ease that, ease that left off baby
And put your right foot on the, on the top of them, big baby
And choke them even harder, you's a dog
a, you's a fuckin' champ, these are puppies baby
They can't, they can't with you baby, Lord

on racks on racks, (yeah) Dapper Dan all on my back (right)
Double G all on my cap, (yeah) on a Maybach (smear)
that pussy like Pap (smear)
eatin' bitch from the back (yeah)
Mumble rap all on that cat (yeah) Lil Pump, she makin' it
I'm to write Yammy a letter,
'em I'm doin' way better (right)
"Plain Jane" the of the year
(yeah) I'm just chasin' the lettuce
I'm a Calvin Klein on billboards,
I did a campaign the fellas (right)
Adidas done gave me another and
Hennessy too, got cheddar (alright)
Shoot in the PJs (yeah) then I go hop on a PJ (yeah)
They sendin' me all these
clothes (right) momma just put it on
I run the shit like a relay, gon' have to press replay
Yammy say hi to my for me, and Jam Master Jay for TJ

Goddamn,
When it be raining nigga, you the umbrella
Cause that shit bounce off you with that Gucci
God, I'ma call you Kristi YamaGucci, baby
Cause you just all over the world with this shit, baby
cannot touch you

Trench coat mob is a Go-Go
You don't see a pretty scene get drastic
Fuckin' the Lords, no Frodo Baggins
Niggas bring your clothes to the like a fat bitch
Even though my name is Denzel, no
Pap-pap, puttin' everything inside a
Track that, everything is gonna be a
Wrap that, put bitch inside a prophylactic
I'm rappin', got no hard-on, double tappin'
From a city built on coke and
See you flaggin' and they packin' you lackin'
Take you out and they act like nothin' happen
Amnesia got rid of the
Back in the where they blowin' on reefer
I follow the light while you the leader
Now a overseas where they checkin' my Visa, look

Nah baby, what kinda flip you got?
Is that a baby, no, a Chirp baby
This got a Boost, baby, what the fuck
Nigga, you gotta it up
You need to get you a trap
Nigga you need to get one of these fuckin' Motorolas,
Niggas can't even us, baby

Finger roll, roll, finger roll, finger roll, dunk, yeah
Ballin' on my enemies, I even tyin' up the pumps, huh
Imagine when I tie 'em up,
I shake 'em, they gon' a crutch, yeah
And I ain't talkin' groupie
When I say got their panties in a bunch
I'm niggas, I ain't talkin' nada
They ain't talkin' figures, be six, seven or better
Tryna get a house, get my bread up
Tryna stay on You gon' have to step up
Cruisin' in a Wraith, see if they make it
Pull up to the place, fucked her we met up
Yeah, I'm buzz, but I never let up
I ain't seen a doctor, but I got my up
Check up, up, check up, check up
I'm chess, you stuck on checkers
That's why your can never check us
They your chain, and now you neck-less
Check up, up, check up, check up
I got a check on my (wait)
I'm track of time
Cause I don't tick or no tock (yup)