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,

[Verse 1:
I bring up money they change up the
I got a 19 and it in my pocket
She gave me her number, now I gotta it
I'm mixin' the dirty bills in the profit
Clean that shit up and I give it right to 'em
If I don't fuck with 'em, then I rap with 'em
I wanna it when somebody catches 'em
I want a to see that shit
Man, these folks, these folks gotta goddamn this shit, no cap
I bring up hits and they change up the
I got a 19 and it in my pocket
One hell of a year and a nigga droppin'
wanted to stop it, but they 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 write it
Now I see a million, I get excited
I might just YSL my shit, the way
Ain't no real in me goin' the other 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 niggas fell off and you never come up

2: Gunna]
Poured up some Hi-Tech and wait 'til it
Young Gunna Gunna, I make shit double
Hit Elliante and left a puddle
It's me, Drake, and Baby, you you in trouble
Run up my check, my bitch sprint to the
[?] a M, bought a for my brother
Painted all black, the interior
I drip like a leak and word to my mother
Yeah, came out the street, gotta with a cutter
Found me a bitch who gon' eat, a supper
My dick in her mouth like she teethin' or
Sound it could be Drip Season or something
Ain't no 'cause we number one
In black and Chanel, I look like a nun
The got shot, don't 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 surprised my trunk in the front
I know you a [?], don't in the sun
link look like a box of crayons
I'm at the light tryna cop a Cayenne
I told the judge, it, I'm goin' on a run
You one of my dogs so out for my bun

[Chorus: Lil
And I get by, let 'em choose
We get Ms in by the shoe
I fuck with y'all type of kind
I done seen all dickride
Breadwinner I'm Kevin Gates
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 out two summers
That 4x4 truck, I 300
Boy, whoever, know how I'm comin'
got no feelings, I'm here for the money
Treat every club it's Magic on Monday
ain't rich for real, they gettin' fronted
Gave her a dime, told her fist up her
By the she get back, I'ma switch up my number
Call to her friend like I been on her
Lately, I been the of discussion
Trigger was foreign, they shoot it from
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
Money ain't came in from the other one
Fuckin' 'em high, so I as well double up
as I get rich, I get on a number one
They tryna team up to beat me, they 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 size
I don't fuck with y'all of kind
I done all y'all dickride
Breadwinner I'm Kevin Gates
And I to god, I don't get tired
From the trenches, now I'm
Spend a whole on a new wristwatch

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