Luyện nghe bài hát Laundry

[Chorus: Yung Mal & Lil
So racks up on me
'Cause what it ought to be
I got a white in my penthouse, nigga she do my laundry
These I'm on it
I just up promethazine
My neck got pointers
I'm just my corners, uh
Look at the dash, this shit got two on it
I'm when I hit the express
Louie V look just like chess, VVS all on my
I just wanna bust a plain jane with the baguettes
you flyin' public but we in the jet
Came up in the trap the killers be at
For hundred they wipin' your neck
Get the fuck here, no you not with the set

1: Yung Mal]
You not with the set, you not with the
Had to run up a check, now they on my name
Keep it real 'til I die, this shit run through my
Promethazine, percocet for the
Got your at the spot, I drug dick in your main
a show in New York then I catch me a plane
I'm in love with VS, put shit on my chain
nigga put the boogers on the plain
I got racks up on me, 'cause that's what it to be
I go to trial, I the case, nigga my lawyer talk for me
I'm up like every morning, I'm tryna a hundred G's
Foreign bitch at my penthouse, she do my

Yung Mal & Lil Quill]
So many up on me
'Cause that's what it to be
I got a bitch in my penthouse, nigga she do my laundry
These I'm on it
I poured up promethazine
My neck got pointers
I'm just my corners, uh
Look at the dash, shit got two hundred on it
I'm when I hit the express
Louie V just like chess, VVS all on my neck
I just wanna bust down a plain jane with the
you flyin' public but we in the jet
Came up in the where the killers be at
For twenty-five they wipin' your neck
Get the outta here, no you not with the set

[Verse 2: LIl
Heard you flyin' public but we in the Lear
Strapped with that stick, it gon' down a motherfucker's ear
My nigga go to trial, no switchin' these gears
I don't need no pen and pad, I'm straight out the
[?] up they be thinkin' he sippin' on beers
Lil Marco record it but I'm go give [?]
Don't know where ho at but she finna come over here
Toast up to success, hah,
All racks I got
I'm go to the lot and I'm finna buy that bitch out
at all this gas I got
Finna roll up a three-five and I'm finna go up on
Ain't no cappin', bitch we out
And me and brothers gon' ride, no we ain't never collide
I just pulled up at the lot
And no I even decide, I'm just finna pull off and drive

[Chorus: Yung Mal & Lil
So racks up on me
'Cause that's it ought to be
I got a white bitch in my penthouse, nigga she do my
These I'm on it
I just up promethazine
My neck got thirty
I'm just my corners, uh
Look at the dash, this got two hundred on it
I'm swervin' I hit the express
Louie V look just chess, VVS all on my neck
I just wanna bust down a plain with the baguettes
Heard you flyin' but we in the jet
up in the trap where the killers be at
For twenty-five hundred wipin' your neck
Get the fuck here, no you not with the set