Luyện nghe bài hát Never Recover

[Intro:
Tay Keith, these niggas up
Tay is too hard
Ring, ring, ring, ring, too hard
Run that back,
Yeah, aye,

1: Drake]
I bring up money they change up the
I got a 19 and it fold in my
She gave me her number, now I gotta it
I'm mixin' the dirty in with the profit
that shit up and I give it right back to 'em
If I don't fuck with 'em, then I rap with 'em
I wanna it when somebody catches 'em
I want a to see that shit
Man, these folks, these folks gotta goddamn this shit, no cap
I up hits and they change up the topic
I got a 19 and it fold in my
One hell of a and a nigga still droppin'
wanted to stop it, but they couldn't stop it
You told a like shorty was feelin' you
She told a story like she split the with you
Look at my story, man, no one could it
Now I see a million, I don't get
I just YSL my shit, the Thugger way
Ain't no real in me goin' the other way
Cannot be seen in that from the other day
Virgil just sent me a whole different way
don't be stupid, it's Baby and Gunna
And Baby, he wanted her, so I just her
Next I'm in Dallas, I look for another
You niggas fell off and you gon' come up

2: Gunna]
Poured up some Hi-Tech and 'til it bubble
Gunna Gunna, I make this shit double
Hit and left with a puddle
me, Drake, and Baby, you know you in trouble
Run up my check, my sprint to the shuttle
[?] a M, bought a for my brother
all black, the interior butter
I drip like a leak and word to my mother
Yeah, came out the street, sleep with a cutter
Found me a who gon' eat, it's a supper
My dick in her mouth like she or something
Sound like it could be Drip Season or
Ain't no comparin' 'cause we one
In black and Chanel, I look like a nun
The police got shot, don't who got a gun
Don't got what I got I shop in Milan
rainin', I still took the top off the don
The kid was surprised that my trunk in the
I know you a [?], don't in the sun
Cuban look like a box of crayons
I'm at the light tryna cop a Cayenne
I told the judge, it, I'm goin' on a run
You one of my so look out for my bun

Lil Baby]
And I get by, let 'em choose
We get Ms in by the shoe
I don't fuck y'all type of kind
I done seen all dickride
like I'm Kevin Gates
And I swear to god, I get tired
the trenches, now I'm goin'
Spend a whole hundred on a new

3: Lil Baby]
Don't gotta drip, I can it to Gunna
this shit, only been out two summers
That 4x4 truck, I 300
Boy, whoever, they how I'm comin'
got no feelings, I'm here for the money
Treat every like it's Magic on Monday
Niggas ain't for real, they gettin' fronted
her a dime, told her fist up her stomach
By the time she get back, switch up my number
to her friend like I been on her bumper
Lately, I the topic of discussion
Trigger was foreign, they it from Russia
Bad vibes at my show I'm mushy
If she me No once, I won't even touch it
All I do is get her out here,
Act like I been rich, I used to have
Drizzy hit me up he got another one
Money ain't even came in from the one
Fuckin' 'em high, so I might as double up
Soon as I get rich, I get on a one
tryna team up to beat me, they huddlin' up
Ever catch me out in traffic, I'm up
Every city we go to, it be lit as
put the police on us, get rid of us

[Chorus: Lil
And I get by, let 'em sides
We get Ms in by the size
I fuck with y'all type of kind
I done seen all dickride
Breadwinner like I'm Gates
And I swear to god, I don't get
From the trenches, now I'm
Spend a hundred on a new wristwatch

[Outro:
Tay Keith, fuck niggas up
Tay is too hard
Ring, ring, ring, ring, drip too
Run that back,
You seen this drip?