Luyện nghe bài hát Palm Trees

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

[Verse 1: Darko]
Lions don't lose sleep over the 'pinion of
On the road to the riches, sticking to my cleats
I am moi, magnifique, skin noir, Meech
with the most opinions usually have the least
It's funny how now rappers be on druggy shit
Downloaded my tape, sat back, studied
Acid pack a hundred hits, shroom caps and bricks
Trippy like that 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 sneak dissing, jabs, get your boxing on
Cause you ain't get the word, I'm Glock Lesnar in the
This shit is straight absurd, do not me cause your life is shitty
I no pity, you turd, you better off in the dirt
Now you off dead, like the title of my work

Meechy Darko]

[Verse 2: Juice]
Everyday, me and Jane
You say I'm addicted, but me, I'm truly lifted
so loud, you can hear me in the crowd
Smoking scout, sour by the ounce
Mary cheat me
not a backstabbing bitch 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 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 that
They saying is cheap, so I'll be smiling when we meet
They "Zombies!" out in England
But I'm on the block Mary, pushing and dreaming
Ah ah ah, I'm feeling
Thizzle, fo' shizzle, my nizzle, spitting riddles on
Trippy life, blotter in the
my appetite (Fill my appetite)

[Hook: Darko]

3: Erick Arc Elliot]
Could be mans, or be your fan, or be your kin
Pay your dues, man, I gotta choose, I lose or win this
Foe or friend, can't the difference
The instance see you peaking, they 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 don't rep the same things, nah, don't bother it
So stressing on my brain, momma think I'ma lose it
Human vagabond, hoes that stow they panties in my on
Why you hating niggas acting (Honest, bro)
Fuck your publication 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 call me genius, all that is

[Hook: Meechy