Luyện nghe bài hát Never Recover

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

[Verse 1:
I bring up money they up the topic
I got a 19 and it fold in my
She gave me her number, now I block it
I'm mixin' the dirty bills in with the
Clean that shit up and I it right back to 'em
If I don't fuck with 'em, then I can't rap 'em
I beat it when somebody catches 'em
I want a witness to see shit
Man, these folks, these folks gotta goddamn hear shit, no cap
I bring up hits and change up the topic
I got a 19 and it fold in my
One hell of a year and a still droppin'
They wanted to stop it, but couldn't stop it
You told a story like was feelin' you
She told a story like she split the bill you
at my story, man, no one could write it
Now I see a million, I get excited
I just YSL my shit, the Thugger way
no real sense in me goin' the other way
Cannot be seen in that shit from the day
Virgil just sent me a different color way
Please don't be stupid, it's and Gunna
And Baby, he wanted her, so I swung 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
Young Gunna Gunna, I make this shit
Hit Elliante and left a puddle
me, Drake, and Baby, you know you in trouble
Run up my check, my bitch sprint to the
[?] a M, bought a Benz for my
Painted all black, the interior
I drip a leak and that's word to my mother
Yeah, came out the street, gotta with a cutter
Found me a bitch who gon' eat, it's a
My dick in her like she teethin' or something
Sound like it could be Drip or something
Ain't no comparin' we number one
In black and white Chanel, I like a nun
The got shot, don't know 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 that my trunk in the front
I know you a [?], don't in the sun
link look like a box of crayons
I'm still at the light cop a Cayenne
I told the judge, it, I'm goin' on a run
You one of my dogs so out for my bun

Lil Baby]
And I get by, let 'em sides
We get Ms in by the shoe
I fuck with y'all type of kind
I done seen all y'all
like I'm Kevin Gates
And I swear to god, I get tired
From the trenches, now I'm
a whole hundred on a new wristwatch

[Verse 3: Lil
Don't gotta drip, I can leave it to
Runnin' this shit, only out two summers
4x4 truck, I post 300
Boy, whoever, they know how I'm
got no feelings, I'm here for the money
Treat club like it's Magic on Monday
Niggas ain't for real, they gettin' fronted
Gave her a dime, told her fist up her
By the she get back, I'ma switch up my number
to her friend like I been on her bumper
Lately, I the topic of discussion
Trigger was foreign, they shoot it Russia
Bad at my show like 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 nothin'
Drizzy hit me up he got another one
ain't even came in from the other one
Fuckin' 'em high, so I as well double up
Soon as I get rich, I get on a one
They tryna team up to beat me, huddlin' up
Ever catch me out in traffic, I'm up
Every we go to, it be lit as fuck
put the police on us, get rid of us

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

[Outro:
Tay Keith, fuck niggas up
Tay Keith is too
Ring, ring, ring, ring, drip too
Run back, Turbo
You seen this overseas