Luyện nghe bài hát Leather Symphony

She want me like a wedding ring
I her dripping like some fucking paint
Money realer, smoking green
So much ass like Taylor
Run a trying to make a milli
She make it clap trying to a milli
lose yourself, remember who yourself
Don't yourself, remember who the best

Take a dab, she got ass
I just smoke and I never pass
All niggas tryna be the man
I get nigga, Peter Pan
they hating nigga I be living
While they nigga I be pimpin'

Bad looking so exquisite
Took a risk now the gon' get it
Third eye like it's on fire
These niggas singing they on the choir
Swishing blunts with Dogg
pound woof woof
No psh psh psh
Wipe me cause I'm gorgeous
Rick with the horseman
What you bout man, quit

Bout that work, I'm Fergie
My moms didn't it til 30
If I make it, don't worry
gang, we ain't bury
Nigga always been a man
Don't bite the hand makes you understand
I go loony catch you on the 'gram
Flipping got a hundred grams

Bands,
Call it truce and do my
Why they copy, just fans
On my I'm the man

Bands,
Count it, count it, got my hands
All working got my hands full
Why they hating some damn fools

Bands,
Call it and do my dance
Why they copy, they fans
On my I'm the man

Bands,
it, count it, got my hands full
All this working got my hands
Why they hating like damn fools

I'm a minute late, I'm a
got a gauge
Let me
power KKK
Loaded it live, rock in my
Patrolling the block with a
Stick to the code, my O's
my notes on the floor

Stuck on this
Alone I be
Shooting my
I can see everything I can be
it I get it, I get it
I chronicle Riddick they couldn't it
Planning is specific
the start, the beginning, a Glorious or the ending

I can't believe I
I'm to lead with a vision
I brought the to the kitchen
bout to sleep with the fishes
I run the Pistons and beatin' them kittens
John B the
my nemesis
All on the
Brother got
I'm sinister
Corner the physicist, Twelvyy

Bands,
Call it truce and do my
Why copy, they just fans
On my I'm the man

Bands,
Count it, count it, got my full
All working got my hands full
Why they hating some damn fools

Mecca Malcolm, a Biggie Medina
Exit the
Roll in the
On
Feel like I'm Yams, can't see me Cena
Everything and violence went to flatbush for a nina
polemics, trade up with the chicks
Made no casino, got dope in the
We high like the
Hype up on pop. lava the
All the planet
And Crookin we and Harlem do damage

Bands,
it truce and do my dance
Why they copy, they just
On my I'm the man

Bands,
Count it, count it, got my hands
All this working got my full
Why they hating like some damn

Bands,
it truce and do my dance
Why they copy, just fans
On my I'm the man

Bands,
Count it, count it, got my hands
All this working got my hands
Why they like some damn fools