Luyện nghe bài hát Kristi

Aw Lord baby, she got a flip
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 niggas'
Sometimes you gotta just that, ease that left foot off baby
And then put your right foot on the, on the top of them, big
And choke them even harder, cause a dog
You's a, you's a fuckin' champ, these are puppies
They can't, they fuck with you baby, Lord

Racks on racks on racks, (yeah) Dapper Dan all on my (right)
Double G all on my cap, (yeah) on a Maybach (smear)
Testin' that pussy Pap (smear)
eatin' that from the back (yeah)
Mumble rap all on cat (yeah) Lil Pump, she makin' it clap
I'm 'bout to Yammy a letter,
tell 'em I'm doin' way (right)
"Plain Jane" the song of the
(yeah) I'm busy just chasin' the
I'm a Calvin model 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 put it on eBay
I run the shit like a relay, niggas 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 you Kristi YamaGucci, baby
you just all over the fuckin' world with this shit, baby
Niggas touch you

Trench mob is a Go-Go Gadget
You don't wanna see a pretty get drastic
Fuckin' with the Lords, no Baggins
Niggas bring your clothes to the screen a fat bitch
Even my name is Denzel, no actin'
Pap-pap, puttin' everything a casket
Track that, is gonna be a classic
Wrap that, put that bitch a prophylactic
When I'm rappin', got no hard-on, tappin'
a city built on coke and pistol-packin'
See you flaggin' and they packin' what you
you out and then they act like nothin' happen
Amnesia got rid of the
Back in the hood where blowin' on reefer
I follow the light while you the leader
Now a nigga overseas they checkin' my Visa, look

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

Finger roll, finger roll, finger roll, finger roll, dunk,
Ballin' on my enemies, I ain't even up the pumps, huh
when I tie 'em up, yeah
I shake 'em, they gon' a crutch, yeah
And I ain't groupie bitches
I say they got their panties in a bunch
I'm talkin' niggas, I ain't talkin'
They talkin' figures, gotta be six, seven or better
get a house, gotta get my bread up
Tryna stay on pace? You gon' 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 chess, you stuck on checkers
That's why gang can never check us
take your chain, and now you neck-less
Check up, up, check up, check up
I got a check on my (wait)
I'm losin' of time
Cause I don't hear tick or no (yup)