Luyện nghe bài hát Never Recover

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

1: Drake]
I bring up money they up the topic
I got a 19 and it in my pocket
She gave me her number, now I block it
I'm mixin' the dirty bills in with the
that shit up and I give it right back to 'em
If I fuck with 'em, then I can't rap with 'em
I wanna beat it somebody catches 'em
I want a witness to see shit
Man, these folks, these gotta goddamn hear this 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 to stop it, but they couldn't stop it
You told a story shorty was feelin' you
She a story like she split the bill with you
at my story, man, no one could write it
Now I see a million, I get excited
I might YSL my shit, the Thugger way
Ain't no real in me goin' the other way
be seen in that shit from the other day
Virgil just sent me a whole color way
Please don't be stupid, Baby and Gunna
And Baby, he her, so I just swung her
Next time I'm in Dallas, I 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
It's me, Drake, and Baby, you you in trouble
Run up my check, my bitch to the shuttle
[?] a M, a Benz for my brother
all black, the interior butter
I drip like a leak and that's to my mother
Yeah, came out the street, gotta sleep a cutter
Found me a bitch who gon' eat, a supper
My in her mouth like she teethin' or something
Sound like it could be Drip Season or
Ain't no comparin' we number one
In black and Chanel, I look like a nun
The police got shot, know who got a gun
Don't got what I got 'cause I shop in
It's rainin', I still the top off the don
The kid was that my trunk in the front
I you a [?], don't shine in the sun
Cuban 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 don't fuck y'all type of kind
I seen all y'all dickride
Breadwinner like I'm Kevin
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 been out two
4x4 truck, I post 300
Boy, whoever, know how I'm comin'
Ain't got no feelings, I'm here for the
Treat every club it's Magic on Monday
Niggas ain't rich for real, they gettin'
Gave her a dime, told her up her stomach
By the time she get back, switch up my number
to her friend like I been on her bumper
Lately, I been the of discussion
Trigger was foreign, they it from Russia
Bad vibes at my like I'm mushy
If she me No once, I won't even touch it
All I do is get her out here,
Act I been rich, I used to have nothin'
Drizzy hit me up like he got one
Money even came in from the other one
Fuckin' 'em high, so I might as double up
as I get rich, I get on a number one
They tryna up to beat me, they huddlin' up
Ever me out in traffic, I'm cuttin' up
Every city we go to, it be lit as
Tryna put the 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 seen all y'all dickride
Breadwinner like I'm Kevin
And I to god, I don't get tired
the trenches, now I'm goin'
Spend a whole hundred on a new

Drake]
Tay Keith, fuck these up
Tay is too hard
Ring, ring, ring, ring, too hard
Run that back,
You seen this drip?