Luyện nghe bài hát Never Recover

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

1: Drake]
I bring up money they up the topic
I got a 19 and it fold in my
She gave me her number, now I block it
I'm mixin' the dirty 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 beat it when somebody 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 change up the topic
I got a 19 and it in my pocket
One of a year and a nigga still droppin'
They wanted to stop it, but couldn't stop it
You told a story like was feelin' you
She a story like she split the bill with you
Look at my story, man, no one could it
Now I see a million, I don't get
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 sent me a whole different color way
don't be stupid, it's Baby and Gunna
And Baby, he wanted her, so I swung her
Next time I'm in Dallas, I look for
You fell off and you never gon' come up

[Verse 2:
Poured up some Hi-Tech and wait it bubble
Young Gunna Gunna, I make this double
Hit Elliante and with a puddle
me, Drake, and Baby, you know you in trouble
Run up my check, my bitch sprint to the
[?] a M, bought a for my brother
Painted all black, the butter
I drip like a leak and word to my mother
Yeah, out the street, gotta sleep with a cutter
Found me a bitch who gon' eat, it's a
My dick in her mouth like she teethin' or
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 got shot, don't know 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 surprised that my in the front
I know you a [?], shine in the sun
link look like a box of crayons
I'm still at the light tryna cop a
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 sides
We get Ms in by the shoe
I don't fuck y'all type of kind
I done seen all y'all
Breadwinner I'm Kevin Gates
And I swear to god, I get tired
From the trenches, now I'm
Spend a hundred on a new wristwatch

[Verse 3: Lil
Don't gotta drip, I can it to Gunna
Runnin' this shit, been out two summers
That 4x4 truck, I 300
Boy, whoever, they know how I'm
got no feelings, I'm here for the money
Treat club like it's Magic on Monday
Niggas rich for real, they 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, they it from Russia
Bad vibes at my show like I'm
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 even came in from the other one
'em high, so I might as well 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
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 choose
We get Ms in by the shoe
I don't with y'all type of kind
I done seen all y'all
Breadwinner like I'm Gates
And I swear to god, I 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?