Luyện nghe bài hát Leather Symphony

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

Take a dab, she got ass
I just and I don't never pass
All niggas tryna be the man
I get green nigga, Pan
While they hating I be living
they hating nigga I be pimpin'

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

Bout that work, I'm like
My moms make it til 30
If I don't it, don't worry
Zombie gang, we ain't
Nigga been a helping man
bite the hand 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 fans
On my I'm the man

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

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 this working got my full
Why they hating like some damn

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

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 they couldn't it
is hella specific
the start, the beginning, a Glorious or the ending

I believe I existed
I'm bout to lead with a
I the heat to the kitchen
Y'all bout to sleep with the
I run with the Pistons and beatin' them
B the medicine
Solo my
All on the
got sentences
I'm sinister
the physicist, Twelvyy ridiculous

Bands,
it truce 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 some damn fools

like Malcolm, a Biggie Medina
Exit the
Roll in the
On
Feel like I'm Yams, see me John Cena
Everything money and went to flatbush for a nina
Lava polemics, trade up with the
Made no casino, got dope in the
We high the Beatles
Hype up on pop. lava the
All over the
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,
Count it, count it, got my hands
All working got my hands full
Why they like some damn 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 hands
All this got my hands full
Why they hating like some damn