Luyện nghe bài hát Mo' Ammo

I'm in my bass pro camo, lookin' a Rambo
Military sack strapped some Roman candles
I'm 'bout to light it up like Independence Day
I do it underground, that's the way
I got a dinner date, I'm ten late
With this chick that I met up on the
I mean the internet, I mean that app
I a meth head, I met her in the fucking trap (huh?)
No, what the is that?
I met her at a (oh)
I'm like Jeezy, selling tickets like it's snow
Or like I'm Yeezy, Yeezys, I'll be god damned
You gotta buy VIP tickets, understand?
I mean a stream is a dream unless you're front row
A million views, we lookin' good, but no
I'm in the booth whippin' merch like I'm in the
Strange going stupid, it's your new addiction

We got guns, dope, for mo' ammo
Rhyming like a key inside the door panel
Put ear to the speaker, get you high
Don't this feel like you can fly?
Guns, dope, clips for mo'
Rhyming like a quarter key the door panel
Put your ear to the speaker, get you
Don't this feel like you can fly?

Look, if you ain't gave me my props yet, you as fuck
I like to think that I'm top like Jada does
Speeding past these rappers like they traffic cops with guns
And counting so much money that my fingertips got uts
You play and to me, you sweet as lemonade or punch
Can't you say captain saved a slut, I met your lady once
We fucked and now it into a weekly visit
Got her hooked like I was sea fishing
And she mean business, she says she to ride it all night
I really get head and she got suction like a Upright
I seen the sunlight, up and play some Maxwell
She wide and sat still
I fucked her throat and filmed it, now that's what I call a gag
Again and again we win, all you do is catch L's
My ain't a farmer but his son became a cash cow
Revolvers on as fuck if you a or a black belt
Should've packed,
Go back on my time shit and I bet you I spazz out

We got guns, dope, for mo' ammo
like a quarter key inside the door panel
Put your ear to the speaker, get you
Don't this music feel you can fly?
Guns, dope, clips for mo'
Rhyming like a quarter key inside the door
Put your ear to the speaker, get you
this music feel like you can fly?

Growed with killas who rolled with
Some soulless who go get liquor then blow spliffs wit ya
Popo suspicious we tricks fixes to hold big riches
These roguish is so ridiculous
Bogus bitches you Ho's and Low wit glitches
The Dough made you DIBKIS (I gotta stop)
Flows is gifted I get throwed get twisted then bro gets when I spit I'm bout to kill em and a soul is lifted (That nigga hot)
My rap assignment give the industry an rapper's ain't goin straight no mo'
Image really need refinement let a nigga help recreate yo flow, and I'm gon' design it to make mo' shake mo Ho's hey bro bro, this that N9ne shit! trippin! (why?)
Cause I been like a camel, (yeah?)
to play me like a piano, (yeah?)
Now I'm about to go packin' mo' ammo nigga!

We got guns, dope, clips for mo'
Rhyming like a key inside the door panel
Put ear to the speaker, get you high
Don't this feel like you can fly?
Guns, dope, for mo' ammo
Rhyming like a quarter key inside the door
Put your ear to the speaker, get you
Don't this feel like you can fly?