Luyện nghe bài hát Palm Trees

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

1: Meechy Darko]
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, studied
Acid pack a hits, shroom caps and hash bricks
like that Destiny Child chick on 106
This white had the fucking nerve to call me a nigger
When she the one paying the surgeon for her lips to get
Do you get the bigger picture? Shit is backwards, my
You dissing, taking jabs, get your boxing on
Cause you ain't get the word, I'm Lesnar in the octagon
This shit is absurd, do not hate me cause your life is shitty
I show no pity, you turd, you off in the dirt
Now you better off dead, like the title of my

[Hook: Darko]

2: Zombie Juice]
Everyday, me and Jane
You might say I'm addicted, but me, I'm lifted
Stoned so loud, you can hear me in the
Smoking girl scout, sour by the
never cheat 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
They trying to take me under, I've seen it through the
ones still envy, got a couple real with me
And my bitch will talk some and smoke the kil' with me
Meech will hide the body, enough of though
They talk is cheap, so I'll be smiling when we meet
screaming "Zombies!" out in England
But I'm on the block with Mary, and dreaming
Ah ah ah, I'm feeling
Thizzle, fo' shizzle, my nizzle, spitting on instrumentals
life, blotter in the night
Fill my (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, pussy be leaking fluid
My nigga, what is you doing, all in the back of a Buick
I'm proving I'm sadistic as sin, as I'm making music
We rep the same things, nah, don't bother 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)
your publication that say I'm a third wheel
Architect your mind, set stress 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 never off the pivot, six stitches to image
Not offended when you me genius, all that means is

Meechy Darko]