Luyện nghe bài hát Palm Trees

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

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

[Hook: Darko]

[Verse 2: Zombie
Everyday, me and Mary
You might say I'm addicted, but me, I'm lifted
so loud, you can hear me in the crowd
Smoking girl scout, sour by the
Mary never me
Mary not a backstabbing bitch that'll lie and me
Spread it even, even, hash wax in the
Dab or die trying, on the road to
Damn, try and stick me for my paper
They trying to me under, I've seen it through the vapors
ones still envy, got a couple real with me
And my bitch will talk some shit and smoke the kil' me
Meech will the body, enough of that though
They saying talk is cheap, so be smiling when we meet
They "Zombies!" out in England
But I'm on the block with Mary, 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: Darko]

3: Erick Arc Elliot]
Could be your mans, or be your fan, or be kin
Pay your dues, man, I gotta choose, 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 I'm sadistic as sin, as I'm making murderous music
We rep the same things, nah, don't bother confuse it
So much stressing on my brain, think I'ma lose it
Human vagabond, hoes that stow they panties in my on
Why you hating niggas nonchalant (Honest, bro)
Fuck publication that say I'm a third wheel
Architect build your mind, set stress but swell
Oh yes, I kill, I'm crack, you smoke krills
I pack, you dope deal, in fact, I'm so
I'm never off the pivot, six stitches to your
Not offended when you call me genius, all that is

Meechy Darko]