Luyện nghe bài hát No Cap

Ooh, RJ
RJ trippin', man, RJ always trippin'
Philthy, nigga
Fake

You that shit contageous, right?

Saucy way I met Walka
Had a bag way before Yo (I swear to God)
Rolexes for the whole
I bought five, I need four more (I need that)
Drippin' on 'em way Gunna
Bad on a 4Runner (Bad bitch)
If the card slide, bitch
Then punch in the four numbers (Phil!)
Pockets full of cash money
I done spent my money (Oh, I remember)
Tryna cop me a bird,
Way I met Bird, mayne (Rich gang)
Had a mill' I met Meek
In Miami ridin' (305)
bitch my pet peeve
Seminary, you can catch me (It's Phil!)
On a paper route before I met
A hundred on my neck, soft (Chump change)
Diamonds on me lookin' off
some real crips on Crenshaw (Thug, what up)
Had a four 'ac in my Jones,
Thirty off in my chrome, (Thirty on 'em)
Thirty thou' on me long,
You can go and ask Jim Jones, (It's Phil!)
Young fly nigga, like Lucci
I done bought up outta Gucci (Designer)
Badass just like
And I caught a body way before (Is that right?)
In the Maybach Ross, nigga (Maybach Music)
You ain't took a loss, you a boss, nigga (Uh-uh)
with me and get offed, nigga
I'll drop a bag, what it cost, (It's Phil!)
Sippin' mo' red Trippie, nigga
My used to cook Jiffy, nigga (Serious)
My ex-bitch really me, nigga
Fuck every nigga ever me, nigga (Pussy)
Uzi on me, no Lil
Bad bitch in a lil (Bitch)
My trap phone, it work
My Nextel, it chirp (It's Phil!)
MAC on me, in peace, Miller
They me the new P. Miller (Master P)
I can't decide on a Bentley
I been back and forth at the dealer (Vroom)
Hood rich Pablo
My plug pull up in a (It do)
My side bitch in Tahoe
Her favorite is Ralo (Ay, free Ralo)
You don't want no trouble,
Lotta duct tape, GSR
You'll get your whole hood
For a P of and a ki of tar (They do that)
From the side like Jody, nigga
I with Curry, no Kobe, nigga (Uh uh)
Niggas on me, forty, nigga
in the chain, forty, nigga (It's Phil!)
A lot of free like Future, nigga
Triple like Scooter, nigga (Ay, double back)
Pay how I manuver, nigga
I'm the and the shooter, nigga (I am)
Savage way twenty-one
I was taught by the OGs (Loaded, mayne)
If the law you, don't leak none
If he run his then he done (It's Phil!)
in peace to real G money
You ain't seen ki money (Never)
You was never in the streets
You ain't never went to hungry (Never)
a five-nine, not a six-nine
VVSs all (Bust down)
hit the yard when you did time
You was on the phone with the cryin' (It's Phil!)
Section eight V-L
get rid of this weed smell (Kilo zone)
New foreign a detail
Lost thirty on the retail (Broke nigga)
Four Gs offset, the curb
a G way before Herb (Is that right?)
Plug dropped off four
And he ain't even said four
Gucci chain way before pump (Is that right?)
way before Trump (Bust down)
These Gucci socks cost four (Chump change)
Bad boy way Puff
Philthy