Luyện nghe bài hát Never Recover

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

[Verse 1:
I up money they change up the topic
I got a 19 and it in my pocket
She me her number, now I gotta block it
I'm the dirty bills in with the profit
Clean that shit up and I give it back to 'em
If I don't fuck with 'em, then I can't rap 'em
I wanna beat it when catches 'em
I want a witness to see shit
Man, these folks, these folks gotta hear this shit, no cap
I bring up hits and they change up the
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 a story like shorty was feelin' you
She a story like she split the bill with you
Look at my story, man, no one write it
Now I see a million, I don't get
I just YSL my shit, the Thugger way
Ain't no real sense in me goin' the way
Cannot be in that shit from the other day
just 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

[Verse 2:
Poured up some Hi-Tech and wait 'til it
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 sprint to the shuttle
[?] a M, bought a Benz for my
Painted all black, the butter
I drip a leak and that's word to my mother
Yeah, came out the street, sleep with a cutter
Found me a bitch who gon' eat, it's a
My dick in her mouth like she teethin' or
Sound it could be Drip Season or something
Ain't no comparin' 'cause we one
In and white Chanel, I look like a nun
The police got shot, don't who got a gun
Don't got what I got 'cause I shop in
rainin', I still took the top off the don
The kid was that my trunk in the front
I know you a [?], shine in the sun
Cuban link look 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 size
I don't fuck y'all type of kind
I done all y'all dickride
Breadwinner like I'm Kevin
And I to god, I don't get tired
From the trenches, now I'm
Spend a whole hundred on a new

[Verse 3: Lil
gotta drip, I can leave it to Gunna
Runnin' this shit, only been out two
4x4 truck, I post 300
Boy, whoever, they know how I'm
Ain't got no feelings, I'm here for the
Treat every club like Magic on Monday
Niggas ain't rich for real, they fronted
her a dime, told her fist 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 the topic of discussion
Trigger was foreign, they shoot it Russia
Bad at my show 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'
hit me up like he got another one
Money ain't even came in from the one
Fuckin' 'em high, so I as well double 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
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 sides
We get Ms in by the shoe
I don't fuck with y'all type of
I done seen all dickride
Breadwinner I'm Kevin Gates
And I swear to god, I get tired
the trenches, now I'm goin'
Spend a hundred on a new wristwatch

[Outro:
Tay Keith, fuck these up
Tay Keith is too
Ring, ring, ring, ring, too hard
Run that back,
You seen this overseas