Luyện nghe bài hát Orville Redenbacher

Tay Keith, fuck niggas up

Young nigga poppin, Orville
Ice all on my collar, yeah, my taller
Ain't no Impalas, foreign push to start up
Walk up in the party, in my garment
Uh, Big Glock, Don't what you thought, hoe
So guap, it hurts when I walk, uh
Let my money talk, designer to the
Bitch, I love to floss, look I just bought, uh

Duh,
Balling because
Duh, every chain at a dub
Yeah, walking in, I it flood
Duh, in the I got my slugs
With Crips and Bloods, duh
Yeah they me love
Nigga, a scrub, uh, yeah you just a dub
Never a fuck, yeah, boy you know whats up
Pulling in the foreign, uh, duh, you that's us, uh
Y-yeah me
Six chains, Mr. T, uh,
You me
Smoking on the Russian
There go Glock, she's like man of my dreams,
No I'm not, bitch, you my cup of tea
No, I can't fuck thot hoes
I go
jaw drop, hoe
I got knots, hoe
Riding Forgiatos, and pot holes
on gelato, I hit the lotto
Cuban links white gold, a light show
Tennis chain on froze, and rose
Choppers like the gun show, they legal and
than the damn stove, who left the eye on?
Diamonds dancing, pop rocks, playing
Jumping out my wrist watch, guess how much this
Could've bought a big house, but my wrist out
Never been a sit down, you're just a sit

Why these playing, yeah, they know that I'm spraying
Bitch, I've been the man I had diapers in my pants
I can't make my mind up on a or a McLaren
Bragging, I'm just saying, bitch, I'm with these bands

Young nigga poppin, Orville
Ice all on my collar, yeah, my taller
Ain't no more Impalas, push to start up
Walk up in the party, pistol in my
Uh, Big Glock, Don't know you thought, hoe
So much guap, it hurts I walk
Let my money talk, designer to the
Bitch, I love to floss, look what I bought, uh