Luyện nghe bài hát Never Recover

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

[Verse 1:
I bring up money they change up the
I got a 19 and it fold in my
She me her number, now I gotta block it
I'm mixin' the dirty bills in with the
Clean that shit up and I give it back to 'em
If I don't with 'em, then I can't rap with 'em
I beat it when somebody catches 'em
I want a to see that shit
Man, these folks, these folks gotta hear this shit, no cap
I bring up and they change up the topic
I got a 19 and it in my pocket
One of a year and a nigga still droppin'
They to stop it, but they couldn't stop it
You told a story like was feelin' you
She told a story like she split the bill you
Look at my story, man, no one could it
Now I see a million, I get excited
I just YSL my shit, the Thugger way
Ain't no real sense in me goin' the way
be seen in that shit from the other day
Virgil sent me a whole different color way
Please don't be stupid, it's and Gunna
And Baby, he wanted her, so I just her
Next time I'm in Dallas, I for another
You niggas off and you never gon' come up

2: Gunna]
Poured up Hi-Tech and wait 'til it bubble
Gunna Gunna, I make this shit double
Hit and left with a puddle
It's me, Drake, and Baby, you 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 that's word to my
Yeah, came out the street, gotta with a cutter
me a bitch who gon' eat, it's a supper
My dick in her mouth like she teethin' or
Sound like it could be Season or something
Ain't no comparin' 'cause we one
In black and white Chanel, I look a nun
The police got shot, don't who got a gun
got what I got 'cause I shop in Milan
It's rainin', I took the top off the don
The kid was surprised that my trunk in the
I know you a [?], shine in the sun
Cuban look like a box of crayons
I'm still at the light cop a Cayenne
I told the judge, Fuck it, I'm on a run
You one of my so look out for my bun

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

[Verse 3: Lil
gotta drip, I can leave it to Gunna
Runnin' this shit, 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 club like it's Magic on Monday
Niggas ain't rich for real, they fronted
Gave her a dime, her fist up her stomach
By the time she get back, I'ma switch up my
Call to her friend like I on her bumper
Lately, I the topic of discussion
Trigger was foreign, shoot it from Russia
Bad vibes at my like I'm mushy
If she tell me No once, I even touch it
All I do is get her out here,
Act like I been rich, I to have nothin'
Drizzy hit me up he got another one
Money ain't came in from the other one
Fuckin' 'em high, so I might as double up
Soon as I get rich, I get on a one
They tryna team up to beat me, they 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 all y'all dickride
Breadwinner like I'm Gates
And I to god, I don't get tired
From the trenches, now I'm
Spend a hundred on a new wristwatch

Drake]
Tay Keith, these niggas up
Tay is too hard
Ring, ring, ring, ring, drip too
Run back, Turbo
You this overseas drip?