Luyện nghe bài hát Kristi

Aw Lord baby, she got a phone
baby, I been smokin'
Been chokin' and it's so potent baby, we baby
And you got the silver by my man Ferg, baby?
You a giant baby, you steppin' on these niggas'
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 even harder, cause a dog
You's a, a fuckin' champ, these are puppies baby
can't, they can't fuck with 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' pussy like Pap (smear)
eatin' that bitch the back (yeah)
Mumble rap all on that cat (yeah) Lil Pump, she it clap
I'm 'bout to Yammy 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 Klein on billboards,
I did a with the fellas (right)
done gave me another deal and
Hennessy too, got cheddar (alright)
Shoot in the PJs (yeah) then I go hop on a PJ (yeah)
They me all these free
(right) momma just put it on eBay
I run the shit like a relay, niggas have to press replay
Yammy say hi to my daddy for me, and Jam Jay for TJ

Goddamn,
it be raining outside nigga, you the umbrella
Cause that shit bounce off you with that Gucci
God, nigga call you Kristi YamaGucci, baby
Cause you all over the fuckin' world with this shit, baby
Niggas cannot you

Trench coat mob is a Gadget
You don't wanna see a scene get drastic
Fuckin' the Lords, no Frodo Baggins
Niggas bring your clothes to the screen like a fat
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
When I'm rappin', got no hard-on, tappin'
a city built on coke and pistol-packin'
See you and they packin' what you lackin'
you out and then they act like nothin' happen
Amnesia got rid of the
Back in the hood where they blowin' on
I follow the light you follow the leader
Now a nigga where they checkin' my Visa, look

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 to get you a trap phone
Nigga you need to get one of fuckin' Motorolas, baby
Niggas can't even track us,

Finger roll, finger roll, finger roll, finger roll, dunk,
Ballin' on my enemies, I ain't tyin' up the pumps, huh
Imagine I tie 'em up, yeah
I shake 'em, they need a crutch, yeah
And I ain't groupie bitches
When I say they got their panties in a
I'm talkin' niggas, I talkin' nada
ain't talkin' figures, gotta be six, seven or better
Tryna get a house, gotta get my up
Tryna stay on pace? You have to step up
Cruisin' in a Wraith, see if they it get-up
Pull up to the place, fucked her we met up
Yeah, I'm gettin' buzz, but I let up
I ain't a doctor, but I got my check up
up, check up, check 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
up, check up, check up, check up
I got a check on my (wait)
I'm losin' of time
Cause I hear tick or no tock (yup)