Luyện nghe bài hát Leather Symphony

She just want me like a ring
I keep her dripping like some fucking
Money realer, smoking hella
So much ass like Teyana
Run a trap 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 don't never
All these niggas be the man
I get green nigga, Pan
they hating nigga I be living
While they hating I be pimpin'

Bad looking so exquisite
Took a risk now the gon' get it
eye feel like it's on fire
These niggas singing like they on the
blunts with Snoop Dogg
Dogg woof woof
No psh psh psh
Wipe me down cause I'm
Rick Flair with the
What you bout man, talking

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

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 working got my hands full
Why they hating like damn fools

Bands,
Call it truce and do my
Why they copy, they fans
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

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

on this odyssey
Alone I be
my prophecy
Only I can see I can be
it I get it, I get it
I chronicle Riddick they forget it
is hella specific
the start, the beginning, a Glorious or the ending

I can't I existed
I'm bout to with a vision
I brought the to the kitchen
Y'all to sleep with the fishes
I run with the and beatin' them kittens
John B the
Solo my
All on the
got sentences
I'm sinister
Corner the physicist, ridiculous

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 this working got my hands
Why hating like some damn fools

Mecca like Malcolm, a Biggie
the cleanest
Roll in the
On
Feel like I'm Yams, see me John Cena
Everything money and violence went to flatbush for a
Lava polemics, trade up with the
Made no casino, got in the ringo
We like the Beatles
Hype up on pop. the landing
All the planet
And Crookin we bandits and Harlem do

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

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

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