Luyện nghe bài hát Laundry

[Chorus: Mal & Lil Quill]
So many 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 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 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 they wipin' your neck
Get the outta here, no you not with the set

[Verse 1: Yung
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 my veins
Promethazine, percocet for the
Got your bitch at the spot, I drug in your main
Rock a in New York then I catch me a plane
I'm in love with VS, put that shit on my
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 talk for me
I'm up like every morning, I'm tryna a hundred G's
Foreign bitch at my penthouse, she do my

Yung Mal & Lil Quill]
So many up on me
'Cause that's it ought to be
I got a white bitch in my penthouse, she do my laundry
These I'm on it
I just poured up
My got thirty pointers
I'm just my corners, uh
Look at the dash, shit got two hundred on it
I'm when I hit the express
Louie V look just 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 they wipin' your neck
Get the outta here, no you not with the set

2: LIl Quill]
Heard you public but we in the motherfuckin' Lear
Strapped with stick, it gon' tear down a motherfucker's ear
My nigga go to trial, no switchin' these gears
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 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 and I'm finna go up on Live
no cappin', bitch we cashin' out
And me and brothers ride, no we ain't gon' never collide
I pulled up at the fuckin' lot
And no I can't even decide, I'm just finna pull off and

[Chorus: Yung Mal & Lil
So racks up on me
'Cause what it ought to be
I got a white bitch in my penthouse, 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 when I hit the express
Louie V just like chess, VVS all on my neck
I just wanna bust down a plain with the baguettes
Heard you flyin' but we in the jet
Came up in the where the killers be at
For twenty-five hundred they wipin' neck
Get the outta here, no you not with the set