Luyện nghe bài hát Leather Symphony

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

Take a dab, she got ass
I just smoke and I don't never
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
Took a now the trip gon' get it
eye feel like it's on fire
These singing like they on the choir
Swishing blunts with Dogg
Dogg pound woof
No psh psh psh
me down cause I'm gorgeous
Rick Flair with the
What you man, quit talking

that work, I'm like Fergie
My moms didn't it til 30
If I don't it, don't worry
Zombie gang, we ain't
Nigga always been a man
Don't bite the hand that makes you
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,
it, count it, got my hands full
All this working got my hands
Why they hating like damn fools

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 full
All this working got my full
Why they hating like some fools

I'm a late, I'm a renegade
Twelvyy got a
Let me
Pussy KKK
Loaded it live, in my sock
Patrolling the block a Glock
to the code, bloody my O's
Study my on the floor

Stuck on odyssey
Alone I be
Shooting my
I can see everything 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 Death or the ending

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

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

Bands,
it, count it, got my hands full
All this got my hands full
Why hating like 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 money and violence to flatbush 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 bandits and Harlem do

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 working got my hands full
Why they hating like some damn

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

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