Luyện nghe bài hát Palace

God damn, how is this?
I know the world gonna be feeling this
East coast nigga, but how is this?
Still don't give a shit, my ignorance is still a

God damn, how is this?
I know the whole world gonna be feeling
East coast nigga, but how trill is
Still don't give a shit, my is still a bliss

1]
Stone cold
gold slugs
I afford it
I imported stone drugs

Stone cold, rolling stone, I'm a stoned
Write it on my tombstone, I was nigga

Don't remember me as a New Orleans nigga
lean sipping, Tennessee nigga, Nah
Influenced by Houston, hear it in my
A trill to the truest
you how to do this

My all gold give her cold chills
Said she's got a coke cause I'm so trill
Two dope boy scales, but I pills
No L, put her on her feet, toe

Them vampires, them blood suckers, them killers
We bout it bout it, we rowdy rowdy, that Percy
For real, we chilly chill, don't sport Chinchilla
No bounty hunters, I'm bout to killa, I'm my skrilla

Give me the title, give me the cash
Fold it then bag it then to the trash
Follow my
my swag
Niggas is wickity wickity
Kriss Kross
Her lip gloss, get slipped off
My bitch, boss,

We smoking thinking then burning that hash
Puff it and
it last
Walk in my
And cross in my

was for grabs
Making crash
Took in a
And giving they

Fuck the money, fuck the fame, this is life
The of my trill life