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 it up like it's Independence Day
I do it underground, that's the way
I got a dinner date, I'm ten late
this chick that I met up on the internate
I mean the internet, I that fucking app
I mean a meth head, I met her in the fucking (huh?)
No, what the is that?
I met her at a (oh)
I'm like Jeezy, selling tickets it's fucking snow
Or like I'm Yeezy, selling Yeezys, be god damned
You gotta buy these VIP tickets,
I mean a stream is just a dream unless front row
A views, we lookin' good, but no dough
I'm in the booth whippin' like I'm in the kitchen
Strange Music going stupid, your new addiction

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

Look, if you gave me my props 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 talk to me, you as lemonade or punch
you say that captain saved a slut, I met your lady once
We fucked and now it turned into a weekly
Got her like I was deep sea fishing
And she mean business, she says she love to ride it all
I get head and she got suction like a Dyson Upright
I seen the sunlight, woke up and play some
She wide and sat still
I fucked her and filmed it, now that's what I call a gag reel
Again and we win, while all you do is catch L's
My ain't 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 time shit and I bet you I out

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 this music feel 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 music feel like you can fly?

Growed with killas who with Milla's
Some soulless niggas who go get then blow spliffs wit ya
Popo suspicious we tricks fixes to hold big riches
These wishes is so ridiculous
Bogus you Ho's fictitious and Low wit glitches
The made 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 the industry an alignment rapper's ain't goin straight no mo'
Image really need 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 that N9ne shit! trippin! (why?)
I been 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 like a quarter key 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 quarter key inside the panel
Put your ear to the speaker, get you
Don't this music feel like you can