Luyện nghe bài hát Laundry

[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
These I'm on it
I poured up promethazine
My got thirty pointers
I'm just my corners, uh
at the dash, this shit got two hundred on it
I'm swervin' when I hit the
Louie V just like 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 your neck
Get the fuck here, no you not with the set

1: Yung 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 dick in your main
Rock a show in New then I catch me a plane
I'm in love VS, put that shit on my chain
nigga put the boogers on the plain
I got racks up on me, 'cause what 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

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

[Verse 2: LIl
Heard you public but we in the motherfuckin' Lear
with that stick, it gon' tear down a motherfucker's ear
My nigga go to trial, no switchin' these motherfuckin'
I need no pen and pad, I'm straight 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 here
up to success, hah, cheers
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
Ain't no cappin', we cashin' out
And me and brothers gon' ride, no we ain't gon' never
I just pulled up at the lot
And no I can't even decide, I'm just finna off and drive

Yung Mal & Lil Quill]
So many up on me
that's 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
at the dash, this 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 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