Luyện nghe bài hát Leather Symphony

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

Take a dab, she got ass
I just smoke and I don't pass
All niggas tryna be the man
I get nigga, Peter Pan
While they hating I be living
While they hating I be pimpin'

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

Bout work, I'm like Fergie
My moms make it til 30
If I don't it, don't worry
Zombie gang, we ain't
Nigga always a helping man
Don't bite the hand that makes you
I might go catch you on the 'gram
Flipping shipping got a grams

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

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

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

Stuck on odyssey
Alone I be
my prophecy
Only I can see I can be
it I get it, I get it
I chronicle Riddick couldn't forget it
is hella specific
the start, the beginning, a Glorious Death or the

I believe I existed
I'm bout to lead with a
I brought the heat to the
bout to sleep with the fishes
I run with the Pistons and them kittens
John B the
Solo my
All on the
got sentences
I'm sinister
the physicist, Twelvyy ridiculous

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

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

Mecca like Malcolm, a Biggie
Exit the
in the Beamer
On
Feel like I'm Yams, see me John 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 the Beatles
Hype up on pop. lava the
All over the
And Crookin we bandits and Harlem do

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

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

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

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