Luyện nghe bài hát Kristi

Aw Lord baby, she got a 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 on these niggas' necks
Sometimes you gotta ease that, ease that left foot off baby
And then put your foot on the, on the top of them, big baby
And choke them even harder, you's a dog
You's a, you's a champ, these are puppies baby
They can't, they can't fuck 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' that from the back (yeah)
Mumble rap all on that cat (yeah) Lil Pump, she makin' it
I'm 'bout to write a letter,
tell 'em I'm doin' way (right)
"Plain Jane" the of the year
(yeah) I'm busy chasin' the lettuce
I'm a Calvin model on billboards,
I did a campaign the fellas (right)
done gave me another deal and
Hennessy too, they got (alright)
Shoot videos in the PJs (yeah) I go hop on a PJ (yeah)
sendin' me all these free
clothes (right) just put it on eBay
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 just bounce off you with that Gucci
God, nigga I'ma call you Kristi YamaGucci,
you just all over the fuckin' world with this shit, baby
Niggas touch you

coat mob is a Go-Go Gadget
You don't wanna see a pretty scene get
Fuckin' with the Lords, no Baggins
Niggas bring your to the screen like a fat bitch
Even though my name is Denzel, no
Pap-pap, everything inside a casket
Track that, everything is gonna be a
that, put that bitch inside a prophylactic
When I'm rappin', got no hard-on, double
From a city built on and pistol-packin'
See you flaggin' and they what you lackin'
Take you out and they act like nothin' happen
Amnesia got rid of the
in the hood where they blowin' on reefer
I follow the light you follow the leader
Now a nigga overseas where they checkin' my Visa,

Nah baby, what kinda phone you got?
Is that a Nextel baby, no, a Chirp
This nigga got a Boost, baby, what the
Nigga, you step it up
You need to get you a phone
you need to get one of these fuckin' Motorolas, baby
Niggas can't track us, baby

roll, finger roll, finger roll, finger roll, dunk, yeah
Ballin' on my enemies, I ain't tyin' up the pumps, huh
when I tie 'em up, yeah
I 'em, they gon' need a crutch, yeah
And I ain't groupie bitches
When I say they got their in a bunch
I'm talkin' niggas, I ain't talkin'
They ain't figures, gotta be six, seven or better
Tryna get a house, gotta get my up
stay on pace? You gon' have to step up
Cruisin' in a Wraith, see if they make it
Pull up to the place, her when 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, check up, up, check up
I'm playin' chess, you stuck on
why your gang can never check us
They take chain, and now you neck-less
Check up, check up, check up, up
I got a check on my (wait)
I'm track of time
Cause I don't hear or no tock (yup)