Luyện nghe bài hát OKRA

And let it go (Ayo)
I cut off friends, where they go
(Did this in one take, ayo)
I stick to the plan, that's the goal (ayy we got 5 shit nigga)
Fuck niggas man

Check my bankroll, ayo for vehicle
Paintjob look ashy ankles on Django
Interior look mango, grape, he look like mayo
voice on payroll, neck all gold like Kayo Corp
We aim at dorks, get out the way, yo
Keep them bucks in banks Yayo
Swampy out the bayou, pockets flooded y'all be dilute
Watered down, I'm Big Mac, I'm quarter pound, you nugget
Fuck it, bag Balenciaga, 30, 000 just for luggage
Financial buggin', Flower Boy is buzzin'
Grammy-nominated, tell yo cousin ain't nobody fuckin' him

Man, now go
I cut off some friends, they go
I to the plan, that's the goal
Fuck these man, that's for sure

Uno the shoe, red with the
Look like a flag what the it do
be the set, no more OF
Like Ron bitch we aim for your neck
Give a fuck about you or your respect, that way
Fuck your but I made the cut like I pack a blade
You could call me brush, I've been waves
Since Ashley Banks' cousin had a fade but '92, I'm '91
Watts Riot in my blood, what's up
And that pussy pink the drink in my cup
Lemonade, yeah it's Minute Maid, I been paid
gainin' weight
Your bank statements on Kate, but that's up to you

Man, now go
I cut off some friends, they go
I stick to the plan, the goal
Fuck these (ayo) niggas man, for sure

Tell Tim Chalamet to come get at me, glowin', clear of acne
see-through, so holographic
Red look like Aidan Mackey, spent dinero like Taxi Driver
Handmade is that thing tires but I rode the bike
And Vill tail me
And he got the Cannon he bagged Mariah
Yeah, we straight but if you up the situation
And my mixed like jambalaya
Man with the fam, we in Japan
you're a bum, see you don't understand
Yeah, I cut off friends T, where you been?
Bitch I'm in Bel-Air, lookin' for land
Need a in the hills, not the beach, need a pool
to cool it, I do need the grass, not the sand
Got enough rocks, see, check my
And I got crack, watch how I
And it's still Wolf Gang, bitch, how I bark
still trippin' on shit that I bought
But, I really do not care the cost okra

Man, now go
I cut off friends