Luyện nghe bài hát Motor Sport

Yeah, woo, yeah,

Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in (skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her a cork (pop it)
You a dork, been a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull up, woo, woo, out the court (jump)
Cotton (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
Straight up there (where?), we take the stairs (where?)
Faced my (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)
Shiftin' gears (shift), on the Nawf, get (serious)

Face all fears, then get at me
Hit so many donuts on them
Sit so high in the (yeah)
Feel I can fly, yeah
Xans, Perky, (yeah), Bill Belichick
Take the air out the ball, just so I can
the air out the mall, walkin' with the sacks
Take the air out your broad (hey), now she go back
Xans, Perky, (yeah), Bill Belichick
Take the air out the ball (yeah), so I can flex
Take the air out the mall (hey), walk in the sacks
Take the air out broad (woo, woo, woo, E)

Offset!
Uh, the came imported (hey)
season's Off-White come in snorted (white)
Green Lamborghini a (Lambo)
No human being, I'm (no)
and A.P. full of water (Patek)
Hundred K, I spend on my (racks)
My pinky on margarine, (margarine)
And my ears got McDonald's (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 dope (voilà)
Hit the gas, it got flames out the (skrrt)
a race to the bag, get the mills (hey)

B:]
Ride the dick a BMX
No nigga be my ex (no)
I love he go on tour
he cums more, when I see him less
I get up set off
I turn on
I told him the day
Man, we should sell that
Yeah, B, I'm back, bitches
I wanna hear I'm actin' different
Same that be talkin' 'bout me
Is the same lips that be ass
These hoes ain't what say they are
And their stank, they catfishin'
Same hoes that was sendin'
They reachin' out like they back
Why would I hop in beef (why?)
When I could just hop in a
You heard she gon' do from who?
That's not a source, no
So tell me, you seen her?
Let me my weave up
I'm the trap
más gasolina! Skrrt!

Motorsport, yeah, put that in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a (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 stats, you know what I am about
I am the champ, I'm Iron in a bout
Attention, I'ma need you to front
You don't want smoke with me, this is a blunt
Rap's Jackie Chan, we ain't pullin' them stunts
My won't fit on your bum-ass lace fronts (uh)
You bitches catchin' a fade, shout out my nigga Lil
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 nigga, you know this pussy is juicy
Givenchy is custom made, now you can't get it at Saks though
I don't work in no office, but they copyin' and that's facts
I tryna be violent, but if Nicki on it, it slaps, ho
Get you for that paper like a loose leaf when that strap blow
I'm a couple bad bitches that'll rip the party
If the QB, I'm Nick Lombardi
Pull up in the space coupe, I done linked with
I can actually afford to get a Bugatti
"Hey yo Nick, didn't you just do a hit Gotti?"
too, but my niggas send 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 commitment with none of you
'Cause is treatin' me well (uh uh)
If should show me her titty
hand on the Bible, I swear I won't tell (swear)
If I get to play with that
I wonder how platinums we gon' sell (albums)
Pop a and catch a feel (I pop one)
Now I feel the wheel (woah)
My chest bad, give me
And the left on Richard Mille (ice)
Not the watch, but the on the ice
If you don't what that is (huh)
Motorsport,
Abort the mission, that's a (pew, pew, brrr)

Motorsport, yeah, put that in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her a cork (pop it)
You a dork, been a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull up, woo, woo, out the court (jump)
candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
Straight up there (where?), we didn't the stairs (where?)
my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)
Shiftin' (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious)

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