Luyện nghe bài hát Laundry

[Chorus: Mal & Lil Quill]
So racks up on me
'Cause what it ought to be
I got a white bitch in my penthouse, she do my laundry
These I'm on it
I poured up promethazine
My neck got thirty
I'm workin' my corners, uh
Look at the dash, this got two hundred on it
I'm swervin' when I hit the
Louie V look like chess, VVS all on my neck
I just bust down a plain jane with the baguettes
you flyin' public but we in the jet
Came up in the where the killers be at
For twenty-five hundred they wipin' neck
Get the fuck outta here, no you not 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, shit run through my veins
Promethazine, percocet for the
Got bitch at the spot, I drug dick in your main
Rock a show in New York then I catch me a
I'm in love with VS, put that on my chain
First nigga put the on the plain
I got racks up on me, 'cause that's what it to be
I go to trial, I beat the case, my lawyer talk for me
I'm up like every morning, I'm count a hundred G's
bitch at my penthouse, she do my laundry

[Chorus: Yung Mal & Lil
So many up on me
'Cause what it ought to be
I got a bitch in my penthouse, nigga she do my laundry
percocets I'm on it
I just poured up
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 just like chess, VVS all on my neck
I wanna bust down a plain jane with the baguettes
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 fuck here, no you not with the set

[Verse 2: LIl
you flyin' public but we in the motherfuckin' Lear
Strapped with that stick, it tear down a motherfucker's ear
My go to trial, no switchin' these motherfuckin' gears
I don't need no pen and pad, I'm out the ears
[?] geeked up they be thinkin' he sippin' on
Lil record it but I'm finna go give [?]
Don't know your ho at but she finna come over here
up to success, hah, cheers
All these I got
I'm finna go to the lot and I'm finna buy that out
at all this gas I got
Finna roll up a and I'm finna go up on Live
Ain't no cappin', we cashin' out
And me and gon' ride, no we ain't gon' never collide
I just up at the fuckin' lot
And no I can't decide, I'm just finna pull off and drive

Yung Mal & Lil Quill]
So racks up on me
'Cause that's it ought to be
I got a white bitch in my penthouse, she do my laundry
percocets I'm on it
I poured up promethazine
My neck got pointers
I'm workin' my corners, uh
Look at the dash, shit got two hundred on it
I'm swervin' I hit the express
V look just like chess, VVS all on my neck
I wanna bust down a plain jane with the baguettes
Heard you public but we in the jet
Came up in the where the killers be at
For hundred they wipin' your neck
Get the outta here, no you not with the set