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
percocets I'm on it
I just poured up
My neck got thirty
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 wanna bust down a jane with the baguettes
Heard you 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 the gang
Had to run up a check, now speak on my name
Keep it real 'til I die, this run through my veins
Promethazine, percocet for the
Got your bitch at the spot, I drug 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
nigga put the boogers on the plain
I got racks up on me, that's what it ought to be
I go to trial, I beat the case, nigga my lawyer for me
I'm up like morning, I'm tryna 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 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' I hit the express
V look just like chess, VVS all on my neck
I just wanna down a plain jane with the baguettes
Heard you public but we in the jet
Came up in the trap the killers be at
For twenty-five hundred they your neck
Get the fuck outta here, no you not the set

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

[Chorus: Mal & Lil Quill]
So racks up on me
that's what it ought to be
I got a white bitch in my penthouse, nigga she do my
percocets I'm on it
I just up promethazine
My got thirty pointers
I'm workin' my corners, uh
at the dash, this shit got two hundred on it
I'm swervin' when I hit the
Louie V look like chess, VVS all on my neck
I wanna bust down a plain jane 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 wipin' neck
Get the outta here, no you not with the set