Luyện nghe bài hát Never Recover

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

1: Drake]
I bring up money they up the topic
I got a 19 and it fold in my
She me her number, now I gotta block it
I'm mixin' the 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 rap with 'em
I wanna beat it when catches 'em
I want a witness to see that
Man, folks, these folks gotta goddamn hear this shit, no cap
I bring up hits and they up the topic
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 told a story like shorty was you
She told a 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 might just YSL my shit, the way
no real sense in me goin' the other way
Cannot be seen in shit from the other day
Virgil sent me a whole different color way
Please don't be stupid, it's and Gunna
And Baby, he her, so I just swung her
Next I'm in Dallas, I look for another
You fell off and you never gon' come up

2: Gunna]
Poured up some and wait 'til it bubble
Young Gunna Gunna, I make this shit
Hit and left with a puddle
It's me, Drake, and Baby, you you in trouble
Run up my check, my bitch to the shuttle
[?] a M, bought a Benz for my
all black, the interior butter
I like 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, a supper
My dick in her mouth she teethin' or something
like it could be Drip Season or something
Ain't no comparin' we number one
In black and white Chanel, I look a nun
The police got shot, know who got a gun
Don't got what I got 'cause I in Milan
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 like a box of
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

Lil Baby]
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 seen all y'all
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
gotta drip, I can leave it to Gunna
Runnin' this shit, only been out two
That 4x4 truck, I 300
Boy, whoever, they how I'm comin'
Ain't got no feelings, I'm for the money
Treat every club like it's Magic on
Niggas ain't rich for real, they fronted
Gave her a dime, told her fist up her
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, 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 have
hit me up like he got another one
Money ain't even came in the other one
Fuckin' 'em high, so I might as double up
Soon as I get rich, I get on a one
They tryna team up to beat me, they up
catch me out in traffic, I'm cuttin' 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 size
I don't with y'all type of kind
I seen all y'all dickride
Breadwinner like I'm Gates
And I to god, I don't get tired
From the trenches, now I'm
Spend a hundred on a new wristwatch

Drake]
Tay Keith, fuck these up
Tay Keith is too
Ring, ring, ring, ring, drip too
Run back, Turbo
You this overseas drip?