Luyện nghe bài hát Kristi

Aw baby, she got a flip phone
baby, I been smokin'
Been chokin' and it's so potent baby, we baby
And you got the silver Gucci by my man Ferg,
You a baby, you steppin' on these niggas' necks
Sometimes you gotta just ease that, ease that foot off baby
And then put your foot on the, on the top of them, big baby
And choke them harder, cause you's a dog
You's a, you's a fuckin' champ, these are baby
They can't, they can't fuck you baby, Lord

Racks on racks on racks, (yeah) Dapper Dan all on my (right)
Double G all on my cap, (yeah) monogram on a (smear)
Testin' that like Pap (smear)
that bitch from the back (yeah)
Mumble rap all on that cat (yeah) Lil Pump, she it clap
I'm to write Yammy a letter,
'em I'm doin' way better (right)
"Plain Jane" the song of the
(yeah) I'm just chasin' the lettuce
I'm a Klein model on billboards,
I did a with the fellas (right)
Adidas done gave me another and
Hennessy too, got cheddar (alright)
videos 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 like a relay, niggas gon' have to press replay
say hi to my daddy for me, and Jam Master Jay for TJ

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

Trench coat mob is a Gadget
You don't see a pretty scene get drastic
Fuckin' with the Lords, no Frodo
bring your clothes to the screen like a fat bitch
Even though my name is Denzel, no
Pap-pap, puttin' inside a casket
Track that, everything is be a classic
Wrap that, put that bitch a prophylactic
I'm rappin', got no hard-on, double tappin'
From a city built on coke and
See you and they packin' what you lackin'
Take you out and then act like nothin' happen
Amnesia got rid of the
Back in the 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 flip you got?
Is that a baby, no, a Chirp baby
This got a Boost, baby, what the fuck
Nigga, you step it up
You need to get you a phone
Nigga you to get one of these fuckin' Motorolas, baby
Niggas can't track us, baby

Finger roll, roll, finger roll, finger roll, dunk, yeah
on my enemies, I ain't even tyin' up the pumps, huh
Imagine I tie 'em up, yeah
I shake 'em, they need a crutch, yeah
And I talkin' groupie bitches
I say they got their panties in a bunch
I'm talkin' niggas, I ain't talkin'
They ain't talkin' figures, gotta be six, or better
Tryna get a house, get my bread up
Tryna stay on pace? You have to step up
Cruisin' in a Wraith, see if they it get-up
up to the place, fucked 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 chess, you stuck on checkers
why your gang can never check us
They take your chain, and now you
Check up, check up, check up, up
I got a on my watch (wait)
I'm losin' of time
Cause I don't hear or no tock (yup)