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, she do my laundry
These I'm on it
I just up promethazine
My got thirty pointers
I'm just my corners, uh
Look at the dash, this shit got two on it
I'm when I hit the express
V look just 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 where the killers be at
For twenty-five hundred they your neck
Get the outta here, no you not with the set

[Verse 1: Yung
You not with the set, you not with the
Had to run up a check, now they on my name
Keep it 'til I die, this 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 shit on my
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 tryna count a G's
Foreign bitch at my penthouse, she do my

Yung Mal & Lil Quill]
So many up on me
that's what it ought 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 just my corners, uh
Look at the dash, this got two hundred on it
I'm when I hit the express
V look just 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 the killers be at
For twenty-five hundred they your neck
Get the outta here, no you not with the set

[Verse 2: LIl
Heard you flyin' public but we in the motherfuckin'
Strapped with that stick, it gon' tear down a ear
My nigga go to trial, no switchin' these motherfuckin'
I don't need no pen and pad, I'm out the ears
[?] up they be thinkin' he sippin' on beers
Lil Marco record it but I'm finna go [?]
Don't where your ho at but she finna come over here
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
Ain't no cappin', bitch we out
And me and brothers gon' ride, no we gon' never collide
I just up at the fuckin' lot
And no I can't decide, I'm just finna pull off and drive

[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 poured up
My neck got thirty
I'm workin' my corners, uh
Look at the dash, shit 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 jane the baguettes
Heard you public but we in the jet
Came up in the where the killers be at
For twenty-five hundred they wipin' your
Get the fuck outta here, no you not the set