Luyện nghe bài hát Laundry

[Chorus: Yung Mal & Lil
So many up on me
'Cause what it ought to be
I got a white bitch in my penthouse, she do my laundry
percocets I'm on it
I just poured up
My got thirty pointers
I'm workin' my corners, uh
at the dash, this shit got two hundred on it
I'm when I hit the express
V look 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 trap the killers be at
For twenty-five hundred they wipin' your
Get the fuck outta here, no you not the set

[Verse 1: Mal]
You not the set, you not with the gang
Had to run up a check, now they speak on my
Keep it real 'til I die, this shit run through my
Promethazine, percocet for the
Got your bitch at the spot, I drug dick in your
Rock a show in New York I catch me a plane
I'm in love with VS, put that on my chain
First 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 talk for me
I'm up like every morning, I'm tryna a hundred G's
Foreign at my penthouse, she do my 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 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 just like chess, VVS all on my
I just wanna bust 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 fuck outta here, no you not the set

[Verse 2: LIl
Heard you flyin' public but we in the motherfuckin'
with that stick, it gon' tear down a motherfucker's ear
My nigga go to trial, no switchin' motherfuckin' gears
I don't need no pen and pad, I'm straight out the
[?] geeked up they be thinkin' he sippin' on
Lil Marco 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 finna go to the lot and I'm finna buy that out
Look at all gas I got
Finna roll up a three-five and I'm finna go up on
Ain't no cappin', bitch we out
And me and brothers gon' ride, no we gon' never collide
I pulled up at the fuckin' lot
And no I can't even decide, I'm just finna off and drive

[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
These I'm on it
I poured up promethazine
My got thirty pointers
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 just like chess, VVS all on my
I just wanna bust down a plain with the baguettes
you flyin' public but we in the jet
Came up in the where the killers be at
For twenty-five hundred wipin' your neck
Get the fuck here, no you not with the set