Luyện nghe bài hát Leather Symphony

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm a late, I'm a renegade
got a gauge
Let me
Pussy KKK
Loaded it live, rock in my
Patrolling the block a Glock
Stick to the code, my O's
Study my notes on the

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

I can't believe I
I'm bout to lead a vision
I brought the to the kitchen
Y'all bout to with the fishes
I run with the Pistons and beatin' kittens
B the medicine
Solo my
All on the
Brother got
I'm sinister
Corner the physicist, ridiculous

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

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

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

Bands,
Call it truce and do my
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

Bands,
Call it and do my dance
Why they copy, just 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 some damn