Luyện nghe bài hát Palm Trees

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

[Verse 1: Darko]
Lions lose sleep over the 'pinion of sheep
On the to the riches, money sticking to my cleats
I am moi, magnifique, skin noir, Darky
Niggas with the most opinions have the least
It's funny how now be on their druggy shit
Downloaded my tape, sat back, studied
pack a hundred hits, shroom caps and hash bricks
Trippy like that Destiny chick on 106
This white bitch had the fucking to call me a nigger
When she the one the surgeon for her lips to get bigger
Do you get the picture? Shit is backwards, my nigga
You sneak dissing, jabs, get your boxing on
Cause you ain't get the word, I'm Glock in the octagon
This shit is straight absurd, do not hate me cause your life is
I show no pity, you turd, you better off in the
Now you off dead, like the title of my work

[Hook: Darko]

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

[Hook: Darko]

3: Erick Arc Elliot]
Could be your mans, or be your fan, or be kin
Pay your dues, man, I gotta choose, whether I lose or win
Foe or friend, can't determine the
The instance they see you peaking, they pussy be fluid
My nigga, is you doing, all black in the back of a Buick
I'm proving I'm sadistic as sin, as I'm murderous music
We don't rep the same things, nah, don't confuse it
So much stressing on my brain, momma think I'ma it
Human vagabond, hoes that stow they in my carry on
Why you niggas acting nonchalant (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 deal, in fact, I'm so chill
I'm off the pivot, six stitches to your image
Not offended when you call me genius, all that is

[Hook: Darko]