Luyện nghe bài hát Leather Symphony

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

a dab, she got hella ass
I just and I don't never 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 so exquisite
Took a now the trip gon' get it
Third eye like it's on fire
These niggas like they on the choir
Swishing blunts with Dogg
Dogg woof woof
No psh psh psh
me down cause I'm gorgeous
Rick Flair with the
you bout man, quit talking

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

Bands,
Call it 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 got my hands full
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,
it, count it, got my hands full
All working got my hands full
Why they hating 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 with a
Stick to the code, my O's
my notes on the floor

Stuck on this
I be prophecy
Shooting my
I can see everything I can be
it I get it, I get it
I chronicle Riddick they forget it
Planning is hella
the start, the beginning, a Glorious Death or the

I can't believe I
I'm bout to with a vision
I the heat to the kitchen
Y'all to sleep with the fishes
I run the Pistons and beatin' them kittens
John B the
Solo my
All on the
Brother got
I'm moving
the physicist, Twelvyy ridiculous

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

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

like Malcolm, a Biggie Medina
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. the landing
All the planet
And we bandits and Harlem do damage

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 like some fools

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 got my hands full
Why they like some damn fools