Luyện nghe bài hát Laundry

[Chorus: Mal & Lil Quill]
So racks up on me
'Cause that's it ought to be
I got a white in my penthouse, nigga she do my laundry
percocets I'm on it
I just up promethazine
My neck got pointers
I'm just my corners, uh
Look at the dash, shit got two hundred on it
I'm swervin' when I hit the
Louie V look like chess, VVS all on my neck
I just wanna bust down a plain jane with the
Heard you flyin' but we in the jet
Came up in the trap the killers be at
For twenty-five they wipin' your neck
Get the outta 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 speak 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 dick in your main
Rock a show in New York then I me a plane
I'm in with VS, put that shit on my chain
First nigga put the 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 at my penthouse, she do my laundry

Yung Mal & Lil Quill]
So many up on me
'Cause that's what it to be
I got a white in my penthouse, nigga she do my laundry
These I'm on it
I just poured up
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 look like chess, VVS all on my neck
I just wanna bust down a plain with the baguettes
Heard you flyin' but we in the jet
Came up in the trap the killers be at
For twenty-five hundred they your neck
Get the fuck here, no you not with the set

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

Yung Mal & Lil Quill]
So many up on me
'Cause that's what it 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 thirty
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 bust down a plain jane with the baguettes
you flyin' public but we in the jet
Came up in the trap where the be at
For twenty-five hundred they your neck
Get the fuck here, no you not with the set