Luyện nghe bài hát Palace

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

God damn, how is this?
I the whole world gonna be feeling this
coast nigga, but how trill is this?
Still give a shit, my ignorance is still a bliss

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Stone cold
gold slugs
I afford it
I imported cold drugs

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

remember me as a wannabe New Orleans nigga
Slash lean sipping, nigga, Nah
Influenced by Houston, hear it in my
A trill nigga to the
you how to do this

My all gold grills give her cold
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 suckers, them thirsty killers
We bout it it, we rowdy rowdy, that Percy Miller
For real, we chilly chill, don't sport Chinchilla
No bounty hunters, I'm to killa, I'm bout my skrilla

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

We smoking thinking then burning that hash
Puff it and
Making it
Walk in my
And in my path

Game was for
Making crash
in a section
And giving they

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