Luyện nghe bài hát Palm Trees

[Hook x2: Meechy
So grams, unzip the bag
Dip in my hand, then I trees
So when you throw shade, it could harm me
(So when you throw shade, it never harm me)

[Verse 1: Meechy
Lions lose sleep over the 'pinion of sheep
On the road to the riches, sticking to my cleats
I am moi, magnifique, skin noir, Meech
Niggas the most opinions usually have the least
It's funny how now rappers be on druggy shit
my tape, sat back, studied shit
Acid pack a hundred hits, shroom caps and bricks
Trippy like that Child chick on 106
This white bitch had the fucking nerve to call me a
When she the one paying the surgeon for her lips to get
Do you get the bigger Shit is backwards, my nigga
You sneak dissing, jabs, get your boxing on
Cause you ain't get the word, I'm Glock Lesnar in the
This shit is absurd, do not hate me cause your life is shitty
I no pity, you turd, you better off in the dirt
Now you better off dead, like the of my work

[Hook: Darko]

[Verse 2: Juice]
Everyday, me and Mary
You say I'm addicted, but me, I'm truly lifted
so loud, you can hear me in the crowd
Smoking girl scout, sour by the
Mary never me
Mary not a backstabbing that'll lie and deceive me
Spread it even, even, hash wax in the
Dab or die trying, on the to Zion
Damn, they try and stick me for my
They to take me under, I've seen it through the vapors
Jealous ones still envy, got a couple with me
And my bitch will some shit and smoke the kil' with me
Meech will hide the body, enough of though
They saying is cheap, so I'll be smiling when we meet
They "Zombies!" out in England
But I'm on the with Mary, pushing and dreaming
Ah ah ah, I'm myself
Thizzle, fo' shizzle, my nizzle, spitting on instrumentals
Trippy life, blotter in the
my appetite (Fill my appetite)

[Hook: Meechy

3: Erick Arc Elliot]
Could be your mans, or be fan, or be your kin
Pay your dues, man, I choose, whether I lose or win this
Foe or friend, can't the difference
The instance they see you peaking, they pussy be leaking
My nigga, is you doing, all black in the back of a Buick
I'm proving I'm as sin, as I'm making murderous music
We don't rep the same things, nah, don't bother it
So much stressing on my brain, momma I'ma lose it
Human vagabond, hoes that stow they in my carry on
Why you hating niggas acting (Honest, bro)
Fuck publication that say I'm a third wheel
Architect build your mind, set but won't swell
Oh yes, I smoke kill, I'm crack, you smoke
I pack, you dope deal, in fact, I'm so
I'm never off the pivot, six to your image
Not when you call me genius, all that means is

[Hook: Meechy