Luyện nghe bài hát Laundry

[Chorus: Mal & Lil Quill]
So racks up on me
that's what it ought to be
I got a bitch 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, 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 trap the killers be at
For twenty-five they wipin' your neck
Get the fuck 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 real 'til I die, this shit run through my
Promethazine, for the pain
Got your bitch at the spot, I drug in your main
a show in New York then I catch me a plane
I'm in love with VS, put that on my chain
nigga put the boogers on the plain
I got racks up on me, 'cause that's what it to be
I go to trial, I the case, nigga my lawyer talk for me
I'm up every morning, I'm tryna count a hundred G's
Foreign at my penthouse, she do my laundry

Yung Mal & Lil Quill]
So many 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 neck got pointers
I'm workin' my corners, uh
Look at the dash, shit got two hundred on it
I'm when I hit the express
Louie V look just like chess, VVS all on my
I just wanna bust down a plain jane the baguettes
Heard you public but we in the jet
Came up in the trap where the be at
For twenty-five hundred they wipin' neck
Get the outta here, no you not with 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 need no pen and pad, I'm out the ears
[?] geeked up they be thinkin' he 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 these 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 and I'm finna go up on Live
Ain't no cappin', we cashin' out
And me and brothers ride, no we ain't gon' never collide
I just pulled up at the lot
And no I can't even decide, I'm just finna off and drive

[Chorus: Mal & Lil Quill]
So racks up on me
'Cause that's 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 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 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 hundred they wipin' your neck
Get the fuck outta here, no you not the set