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,

1: Drake]
I up money they change up the topic
I got a 19 and it in my pocket
She gave me her number, now I block it
I'm the dirty bills in with the profit
Clean that up and I give it right back to 'em
If I don't fuck with 'em, then I can't rap 'em
I wanna beat it when somebody 'em
I want a witness to see that
Man, these folks, these folks goddamn hear this shit, no cap
I bring up hits and they up the topic
I got a 19 and it fold in my
One hell of a year and a nigga droppin'
They wanted to stop it, but they stop it
You told a story like shorty was you
She told a story like she the bill with you
Look at my story, man, no one write it
Now I see a million, I get excited
I might just YSL my shit, the way
Ain't no real sense in me goin' the way
Cannot be seen in that from the other day
Virgil just sent me a whole different way
Please don't be stupid, Baby and Gunna
And Baby, he wanted her, so I just her
Next time I'm in Dallas, I for another
You fell off and you never gon' come up

2: Gunna]
Poured up some Hi-Tech and 'til it bubble
Young Gunna Gunna, I make this double
Hit Elliante and with a puddle
It's me, Drake, and Baby, you know you in
Run up my check, my sprint to the shuttle
[?] a M, bought a Benz for my
all black, the interior butter
I drip like a leak and that's to my mother
Yeah, came out the street, sleep with a cutter
me a bitch who gon' eat, it's a supper
My dick in her like she teethin' or something
Sound like it could be Season or something
Ain't no comparin' we number one
In black and Chanel, I look like a nun
The police got shot, don't who got a gun
Don't got I got 'cause I shop in Milan
rainin', I still took the top off the don
The kid was surprised 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, Fuck it, I'm on a run
You one of my so look out for my bun

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

3: Lil Baby]
Don't drip, I can leave it to Gunna
Runnin' this shit, been out two summers
4x4 truck, I post 300
Boy, whoever, know how I'm comin'
Ain't got no feelings, I'm for the money
every club like it's Magic on Monday
Niggas ain't for real, they gettin' fronted
Gave her a dime, told her up her stomach
By the time she get back, I'ma up my number
Call to her friend like I on her bumper
Lately, I been the topic of
Trigger was foreign, shoot it from Russia
Bad vibes at my show like I'm
If she tell me No once, I even touch it
All I do is get her out here,
Act like I rich, I used to have nothin'
Drizzy hit me up he got another one
Money ain't even came in the other one
Fuckin' 'em high, so I might as well up
as I get rich, I get on a number one
They tryna team up to beat me, huddlin' up
Ever me out in traffic, I'm cuttin' up
city we go to, it be lit as fuck
Tryna put the on us, get rid of us

Lil Baby]
And I get by, let 'em sides
We get Ms in by the shoe
I don't fuck with type of kind
I done seen all y'all
Breadwinner 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

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