Luyện nghe bài hát Never Recover

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

[Verse 1:
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 shit 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 somebody catches 'em
I want a witness to see shit
Man, these folks, these folks gotta goddamn hear 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 year and a still droppin'
They wanted to stop it, but couldn't stop it
You told a like shorty 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 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 shit the other day
Virgil sent me a whole different color way
Please be stupid, it's Baby and Gunna
And Baby, he wanted her, so I just her
time I'm in Dallas, I look for another
You fell off and you never gon' come up

[Verse 2:
up some Hi-Tech and wait 'til it bubble
Young Gunna Gunna, I make this double
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, a Benz for my brother
Painted all black, the butter
I like a leak and that's word to my mother
Yeah, out the street, gotta sleep with a cutter
me a bitch who gon' eat, it's a supper
My dick in her mouth like she or something
Sound it could be Drip Season or something
Ain't no comparin' we number one
In and white 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
It's rainin', I 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, Fuck it, I'm on a run
You one of my dogs so out for my bun

Lil Baby]
And I get by, let 'em choose
We get Ms in by the shoe
I fuck with y'all type of kind
I done all y'all dickride
Breadwinner like I'm Kevin
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 know how I'm
Ain't got no feelings, I'm here for the
Treat club like it's Magic on Monday
Niggas ain't rich for real, gettin' fronted
her a dime, told her fist up her stomach
By the she get back, I'ma switch up my number
Call to her like I been on her bumper
Lately, I been the topic of
Trigger was foreign, shoot it from Russia
Bad vibes at my like I'm mushy
If she tell me No once, I won't even it
All I do is get her out here,
Act like I been rich, I used to nothin'
Drizzy hit me up like he got one
ain't even came in from the other one
Fuckin' 'em high, so I might as well up
Soon as I get rich, I get on a one
They tryna up to beat me, they huddlin' up
Ever catch me out in traffic, I'm up
city we go to, it be lit as fuck
Tryna put the on us, get rid of us

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

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