Luyện nghe bài hát Lob

Ooh, ah

Pop a wheelie no hands, put it in the sky
Threw that bitch a lob, threw bitch a lob
Money her dance, put you on a job
Threw that bitch a lob, threw bitch a lob

Money bag, yo, go a chain, hundred bag
if you really 'bout that smoke
Know type, only niggas that ain't broke
in them Jimmy Choos, ayy
Your skin color a of Yoo-hoo
big old dude, I point and shoot
Came with the
Case niggas actin' boof
I refuse, she with y'all
Least she with the moves
I threw that lob like I coulda to Duke
Lil baby, it's just 'cause she da man
Walk it I talk it in these Vans, ah yeah

Pop a with no hands, put it in the sky
Threw bitch a lob, threw that bitch a lob
Money her dance, put you on a job
Threw that bitch a lob, that bitch a lob

It ain't to me
cold like one degree
I'ma it all, it's gon'
Fall from a hundred
Rory don't do cheap
Don't at the Double Tree
Bad bitches run at me
Can you me somethin' to see?
She go long for the throat, my son her
And she all on her own
Need a
I threw all cash
If I do my math
You do a sash
I go the smash
Livin' fast, bitch, I do the dash
It same type of shit
That get you to crash
know who in first
Don't who in last
I threw the bag, if the truth be asked

Pop a wheelie with no
Put it in the sky
Threw that a lob
Threw that a lob
Money her dance, put you on a job
Threw that bitch a lob, threw bitch a lob

I could tell she a fan
I'm a rock star no band
I get in advance,
Then I do my money
Can you throw it back on me by
You a bad bitch, you innocent
I just walked in with a new bitch
And a rock star clique, you can my dick
in peace to Lil Peep
Took a Xan in the
on a highway
Swervin' on your

Pop a with no hands, put it in the sky
Threw bitch a lob, ooh that shit a vibe
Ooh, ah