Luyện nghe bài hát Laundry

[Chorus: Yung Mal & Lil
So racks up on me
'Cause that's what it to be
I got a white bitch in my penthouse, nigga she do my
percocets I'm on it
I just poured up
My neck got thirty
I'm just my corners, uh
at the dash, this shit got two hundred on it
I'm when I hit the express
Louie V look like chess, VVS all on my neck
I just wanna bust a plain jane with the baguettes
Heard you public but we in the jet
Came up in the trap where the be at
For twenty-five they wipin' your neck
Get the outta here, no you not with the set

[Verse 1: Mal]
You not the set, you not with the gang
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 bitch at the spot, I drug in your main
Rock a show in New York I catch me a plane
I'm in with VS, put that shit on my chain
First put the boogers on the plain
I got racks up on me, 'cause that's it ought to be
I go to trial, I beat the case, nigga my lawyer for me
I'm up like every morning, I'm count a hundred G's
Foreign bitch at my penthouse, she do my

Yung Mal & Lil Quill]
So many 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 just up promethazine
My got thirty pointers
I'm just my corners, uh
Look at the dash, shit got two hundred on it
I'm swervin' I hit the express
Louie V just like chess, VVS all on my neck
I just bust down a plain jane with the baguettes
Heard you flyin' but we in the jet
Came up in the where the killers be at
For twenty-five they wipin' your neck
Get the fuck outta here, no you not the set

2: LIl Quill]
Heard you flyin' public but we in the motherfuckin'
Strapped with that stick, it gon' tear down a ear
My go to trial, no switchin' these motherfuckin' gears
I don't no pen and pad, I'm straight out the ears
[?] geeked up be thinkin' he sippin' on beers
Lil Marco record it but I'm go give [?]
Don't know where your ho at but she finna come here
up to success, hah, cheers
All racks 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
no cappin', bitch we cashin' out
And me and brothers ride, no we ain't gon' never collide
I just up at the fuckin' 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 what it to be
I got a white bitch in my penthouse, she do my laundry
These I'm on it
I just up promethazine
My got thirty pointers
I'm workin' my corners, uh
Look at the dash, this got two hundred on it
I'm when I hit the express
Louie V look just chess, VVS all on my neck
I just wanna bust down a jane with the baguettes
Heard you public 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