Luyện nghe bài hát Motor Sport

Yeah, woo, yeah,

Motorsport, yeah, put that in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
You a dork, never been a (dork, yeah)
Pull up, woo, woo, out the court (jump)
candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
Straight up (where?), we didn't take the stairs (where?)
Faced my fears (fears), my mama tears (mama)
Shiftin' gears (shift), on the Nawf, get (serious)

Face all your fears, get at me
Hit so many donuts on backstreets
Sit so high in the (yeah)
Feel like I can fly,
Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Belichick
Take the air out the ball, so I can flex
Take the air out the mall, with the sacks
Take the air out your broad (hey), now she can't go
Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill
the air out the ball (yeah), just so I can flex
Take the air out the mall (hey), walk in with the
Take the air out your (woo, woo, woo, E)

Offset!
Uh, the came imported (hey)
This Off-White come in snorted (white)
Green a tortoise (Lambo)
No human being, I'm (no)
and A.P. full of water (Patek)
Hundred K, I on my señora (racks)
My pinky on margarine, (margarine)
And my ears got nuggets (ayy)
Soon, as I on the Lear (whew)
Piguets, wet, tears ('guets)
488, hit the (488)
Suicide doors, Spears
I'm boujee, so, bitch, get near (boujee)
Criss Angel, make disappear (voilà)
Hit the gas, it got out the rears (skrrt)
a race to the bag, get the mills (hey)

B:]
Ride the dick a BMX
No nigga be my ex (no)
I love when he go on
'Cause he cums more, when I see him
I get up set off
I turn on
I him the other day
Man, we should that porn
Yeah, Cardi B, I'm back,
I don't wanna hear I'm actin'
Same lips that be 'bout me
Is the lips that be ass kissin'
These ain't what they say they are
And their pussy stank, they
Same hoes was sendin' shots
reachin' out like they back itchin'
Why I hop in some beef (why?)
When I could just hop in a
You heard she gon' do what who?
That's not a source, no
So tell me, have you her?
Let me my weave up
I'm the Selena
¡Dame gasolina! Skrrt!

Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in (skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her a cork (pop it)
You a dork, never been a (dork, yeah)
Pull up, woo, woo, out the court (jump)

[Nicki
Uh, yo, watch your man, then you should your mouth
Bitches is pressed, administer mouth to
You see them stats, you know what I am
I am the champ, I'm Mike in a bout
Attention, I'ma need you to front
You don't want smoke with me, this is a laced
Rap's Jackie Chan, we ain't pullin' fake stunts
My crown won't fit on bum-ass lace fronts (uh)
You catchin' a fade, shout out my nigga Lil Boosie
All of your friends'll be dead, you can get hit with Uzi
I call him Ricky, he say he love me Lucy
Get you a straw nigga, you know this is juicy
This is custom made, now you can't get it at Saks though
I work in no office, but they copyin' and that's facts though
I tryna be violent, but if Nicki on it, it slaps, ho
Get you lined for that paper like a loose leaf that strap blow
I'm a couple bad bitches that'll rip the party
If Quavo the QB, I'm Lombardi
Pull up in the coupe, I done linked with Marty
I can actually afford to get a Bugatti
"Hey yo Nick, you just do a hit with Gotti?"
That too, but my niggas hits like Gotti
It's a wrap, like the things on the head of a
Bitch, you my son, go and sit on the (rrrr)

Brand new (Chanels)
I scuffed 'em from 12 (12)
Ain't make no with none of you bitches
'Cause money is me well (uh uh)
If Nicki should me her titty
hand on the Bible, I swear I won't tell (swear)
If I get to play that kitty
I wonder how many we gon' sell (albums)
Pop a and catch a feel (I pop one)
Now I feel the wheel (woah)
My bad, give me chills
And the hand on Richard Mille (ice)
Not the watch, but the on the ice
If you don't what that is (huh)
Motorsport,
the mission, that's a kill (pew, pew, brrr)

Motorsport, yeah, put that in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
You a dork, never been a (dork, yeah)
Pull up, woo, woo, out the court (jump)
Cotton (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
up there (where?), we didn't take the stairs (where?)
Faced my fears (fears), my mama tears (mama)
gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious)

Girl, yeah, yeah, I wish my could see me (grandma)
away pain, ain't easy (pain)
That's why I up a bleezy (fire)
Niggas not cappin' this