Luyện nghe bài hát Mo' Ammo

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

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

Look, if you ain't gave me my yet, you late as fuck
I like to think that I'm top five like Jada
Speeding past these rappers like they traffic with radar guns
And counting so much money my fingertips got paperc uts
You play and to me, you sweet as lemonade or punch
Can't you say that captain saved a slut, I met lady once
We and now it turned into a weekly visit
Got her hooked I was deep sea fishing
And she mean business, she says she love to ride it all
I really get head and she got like a Dyson Upright
I the sunlight, woke up and play some Maxwell
She open 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 boxer or a belt
packed, yeah
Go on my double 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 ear to the speaker, get you high
this music feel like you can fly?
Guns, dope, for mo' ammo
Rhyming like a key inside the door panel
Put ear to the speaker, get you high
Don't this music feel you can fly?

Growed with who rolled with Milla's
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
bitches you Ho's fictitious and Low wit glitches
The Dough you notice DIBKIS (I gotta stop)
Flows is gifted I get throwed get twisted then bro gets wicked when I spit I'm bout to kill em and a is lifted (That nigga hot)
My rap assignment the industry an alignment 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' dough shake mo Ho's hey bro bro, this N9ne shit! trippin! (why?)
I been drinkin like a camel, (yeah?)
Tried to me like a piano, (yeah?)
Now I'm about to go Rambo mo' ammo nigga!

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