Luyện nghe bài hát Mo' Ammo

I'm in my bass pro camo, lookin' like a
Military sack strapped with some Roman
I'm to light it up like it's Independence Day
I do it underground, the independent 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 fucking app
I mean a meth head, I met her in the trap (huh?)
No, the fuck is that?
I met her at a (oh)
I'm like Jeezy, selling like it's fucking snow
Or like I'm Yeezy, selling Yeezys, be god damned
You gotta buy VIP tickets, understand?
I mean a is just a dream unless you're front row
A views, we lookin' good, but no dough
I'm in the booth whippin' merch I'm in the kitchen
Strange Music stupid, it's your new addiction

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

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

We got guns, dope, clips for mo'
Rhyming 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, for mo' ammo
Rhyming like a key inside the door panel
Put your ear to the speaker, get you
this music feel like you can fly?

Growed killas who rolled with Milla's
Some soulless niggas who go get liquor then spliffs wit ya
Popo suspicious we tricks fixes to hold big riches
These wishes is so ridiculous
Bogus bitches you fictitious and Low wit glitches
The Dough you notice DIBKIS (I gotta stop)
Flows is gifted I get throwed get twisted then bro wicked when I spit I'm bout to kill em and a soul is lifted (That nigga hot)
My rap assignment give the industry an alignment rapper's ain't 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 drinkin like a camel, (yeah?)
Tried to me like a piano, (yeah?)
Now I'm about to go packin' mo' ammo nigga!

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