Luyện nghe bài hát Never Recover

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

[Verse 1:
I bring up 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 mixin' the dirty bills in with the
Clean that up and I give it right back to 'em
If I don't fuck '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, folks gotta goddamn hear this shit, no cap
I bring up and they change up the topic
I got a 19 and it fold in my
One hell of a year and a nigga still
They wanted to it, but they couldn't stop it
You told a story like was feelin' you
She told a story she split the bill with you
Look at my story, man, no one could it
Now I see a million, I get excited
I might YSL my shit, the Thugger way
Ain't no sense in me goin' the other way
Cannot be seen in shit from the other day
Virgil just sent me a whole color way
Please don't be stupid, it's and Gunna
And Baby, he wanted her, so I swung her
Next time I'm in Dallas, I look for
You niggas off and you never gon' come up

[Verse 2:
up some Hi-Tech and wait 'til it bubble
Young Gunna, I make this shit double
Hit Elliante and left with a
It's me, Drake, and Baby, you you in trouble
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 word to my
Yeah, came out the street, gotta sleep a cutter
me a bitch who gon' eat, it's a supper
My in her mouth like she teethin' or something
Sound like it could be Drip Season or
Ain't no comparin' 'cause we one
In and white 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 know you a [?], don't in the sun
Cuban link look like a box of
I'm still at the tryna cop a Cayenne
I the judge, Fuck 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 choose
We get Ms in by the shoe
I don't fuck with y'all of kind
I done seen all dickride
like I'm Kevin Gates
And I swear to god, I don't get
From the trenches, now I'm
Spend a whole hundred on a new

[Verse 3: Lil
Don't gotta drip, I can leave it to
Runnin' this shit, been out two summers
That 4x4 truck, I 300
Boy, whoever, they how I'm comin'
Ain't got no feelings, I'm here for the
Treat every club like it's Magic on
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
Call to her friend like I on her bumper
Lately, I the topic of discussion
Trigger was foreign, they shoot it from
Bad vibes at my like I'm mushy
If she tell me No once, I even touch 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 in from the other one
Fuckin' 'em high, so I might as double up
Soon as I get rich, I get on a one
tryna team 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

Lil Baby]
And I get by, let 'em sides
We get Ms in by the size
I don't fuck 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
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 back, Turbo
You this overseas drip?