Luyện nghe bài hát On Da Korner Remix

[Verse 1:

Uh
I'm poppin' of prescribed medication for players
I'm pills and painkillers to relieve this frustration
Makin' off of rap is not a negotiation
Hundreds of rappers it, got famous, that's my motivation
Runners, corner posters, pill fiends, and promoters
I run this orchestration, you can call the composer
Wake up in Vegas, but I didn't in "The Hangover"
Chillin' on the corner brought me plenty of dough, Homer
I got mountains of that grain, but talkin' granola
My doja quota is over, ain't Coca-Cola
Smokin' bowls wit my bros, but naw we ain't the
pocus, Devil's grass leaves me bold and soulless
If you approached me a hostess, and I seemed to notice
I would probably cook you like some wings at Friday's, leave you
My business is vicious, and good if you witness
Smokin' juicy fruit citrus, light you up Christmas (OK then)

[Verse 2:

When that car pull up wit windows, I feel some doubt
Like if I slide into that backseat, I won't come back out
I call customers locusts, they leave me dry like droughts
But don't stress nothin', you I get weight in like a boxing bout
You know I'm here to fuck shit up, I got cruel intentions
Get high every day, I think I a intervention
Oh, you depressed? Well here, this for all your imperfections
I run my neighborhood I picked off a interception
Got more ups and in this backpack than a elevator
I run these lines in the street, like I'm a tennis player
Let me educate you, my dudes like Texas Ranger
These chambers releasin' lasers that cut you down like
Sellin' White Widow, Sour Diesel, this
Attempted end in Kurt Cobain, that's no nirvana
Leave your and your body layin' in terra-cotta
These boys is screamin' for mamas, fuckin' prima donnas (OK then)