Luyện nghe bài hát Palace

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

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

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Stone cold
Rose gold
I afford it
I imported cold drugs

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

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

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

Them vampires, them blood suckers, them thirsty
We bout it bout it, we rowdy rowdy, that Percy
For really real, we chilly chill, sport Chinchilla
No bounty hunters, I'm bout to killa, I'm bout my

me the title, then give me the cash
Fold it bag it then move to the trash
my stash
Stealing my
Niggas is wickity wack
Like Kross
Her lip gloss, slip-ons get off
My bitch, boss,

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

Game was for
them crash
Took in a
And they back

Fuck the money, fuck the fame, is real life
The insights of my life