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 could harm me)

[Verse 1: Meechy
don't lose sleep over the 'pinion of sheep
On the road to the riches, money to my cleats
I am moi, magnifique, skin noir, Meech
with the most opinions usually 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 Child chick on 106
This white bitch had the nerve to call me a nigger
When she the one the surgeon for her lips to get bigger
Do you get the bigger Shit is backwards, my nigga
You sneak dissing, taking jabs, get your on
Cause you ain't get the word, I'm Lesnar in the octagon
shit is straight 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 of my work

Meechy Darko]

[Verse 2: Zombie
Everyday, me and Jane
You say I'm addicted, but me, I'm truly lifted
Stoned so loud, you can hear me in the
girl scout, sour by the ounce
Mary cheat me
Mary not a backstabbing that'll lie and deceive me
Spread it even, even, wax in the evening
Dab or die trying, on the road to
Damn, they try and me for my paper
They trying to take me under, I've seen it through the
Jealous ones still envy, got a real with me
And my bitch will some shit and smoke the kil' with me
Meech will hide the body, of that though
They saying talk is cheap, so I'll be smiling we meet
They screaming "Zombies!" out in
But I'm on the with 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: Meechy

[Verse 3: Arc Elliot]
Could be mans, or be your fan, or be your kin
Pay dues, man, I gotta choose, whether I lose or win this
Foe or friend, can't the difference
The instance they see you peaking, they be leaking fluid
My nigga, what is you doing, all black in the back of a
I'm proving I'm sadistic as sin, as I'm murderous music
We don't rep the things, nah, don't bother confuse it
So much stressing on my brain, momma I'ma lose it
Human vagabond, hoes stow they panties in my carry on
Why you hating niggas nonchalant (Honest, bro)
Fuck your that say I'm a third wheel
Architect build your mind, set but won't swell
Oh yes, I kill, I'm crack, you smoke krills
I pack, you deal, in fact, I'm so chill
I'm off the pivot, six stitches to your image
Not when you call me genius, all that means is

[Hook: Darko]