Luyện nghe bài hát Lemon [Drake Remix]

The truth will set you
But first, piss you off (hate!)

Bad bitches be my bae
(Hate!) Hunt me down the C.I.A
(Hate!) of my car, tryna see my face
(Hate!) Want me to it like the T.I. case
Oh (hate!) and if heated I'ma feed my face
(Hate!) And best believe, it's gon' be
(Hate!) niggas can't believe my race
(Hate!) hit you with the Eli face, oh...

around, bouncin' around, bouncin'
Bouncin' around, bouncin' around,
Scrunchin' their eyes with your name in their and
around, bouncin' around, bouncin'

(Hate!) You keep me where I'm from
(Hate!) the borders and, "Did I run?"
(Hate!) Keep askin' how I 'bout guns
There's a light (hate!) and army, which side you choose?
Oh (hate!) If not now when?
(Hate!) And if not me who?
(Hate!) drink the Kool-Aid, my friends
(Hate!) I tried to tell y'all about dude

around, bouncin' around, bouncin'
Bouncin' around, around, bouncin'
supplements are found right in their couches
Bouncin' around, around, bouncin'

(Wait, wait a minute) Shout out to people
People (wait, a minute) p-p-p-people, people...
(Wait, wait a minute) Mad right now

I get it how I it
I it how I get
Count the mothafuckin'
I pull up with a
Not 'cause she ain't
It's just your eyes get
And here ain't a scrimmage
Mothafucka, we finished
I told you we stop
A 'bouta business
yours, but you rent it
Wave to the
(Top) the Veyron glide
Tell the paparazzi get the lens
Got the down, top, blowin' la
Got the hazards on, doin' five
You can me, Rih, in the new La Ferrar'

And the behind me got arms
Yeah, longer than
Just for my thumb like The Fonz
Woo! beat tastes like lunch
But it's runnin' from and it's runnin' from the fronts
But everyday, hey, lemonade
I was afraid, a nigga graduate
I be okay?
So I prayed and I
Rihanna, nigga
My in space
speed, Doctor Spock couldn't chase

Nigga, bath salt, speakers in the face

salt, bitin' speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, speakers in the face
Bath, salt, bitin' speakers in the face
Bath, salt, bitin' speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the
Bath, bath salt, speakers in the face
Bath, salt, bitin' speakers in the face

I get it how I it
I it how I get
Count the digits
I pull up with a
Not 'cause she ain't
It's your eyes get acidic
And here ain't a scrimmage
Mothafucka, we ain't
I told you we stop
A nigga business
yours, but you rent it
Wave to the top
Nigga the Veyron
the paparazzi get the lens right
Got the window down, top, la
Got the hazards on, only five
You can me

Bouncin' around, around, bouncin'...

You can me...
Wait-wait a
a minute
Wait-wait a
Wait, wait a
a minute
Wait-wait a
a minute
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