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 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 to the riches, money sticking to my cleats
I am moi, magnifique, noir, Darky Meech
Niggas with the most opinions usually the least
funny how now rappers be on their druggy shit
Downloaded my tape, sat back, studied
Acid pack a hundred hits, caps and hash bricks
Trippy like that Destiny Child on 106
This white bitch had the nerve to call me a nigger
she the one paying the surgeon for her lips to get bigger
Do you get the bigger picture? Shit is backwards, my
You sneak dissing, taking jabs, get boxing on
Cause you ain't get the word, I'm Glock 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, the title of my work

Meechy Darko]

[Verse 2: 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
girl scout, sour by the ounce
Mary never me
Mary not a bitch 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 stick me for my
They trying to take me under, seen it through the vapors
Jealous still envy, got a couple real with me
And my bitch will some shit and smoke the kil' with me
Meech will the body, enough of that though
They saying talk is cheap, so I'll be when we meet
They screaming "Zombies!" out in
But I'm on the block with Mary, and dreaming
Ah ah ah, I'm myself
Thizzle, fo' shizzle, my nizzle, riddles on instrumentals
life, blotter in the night
Fill my (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 choose, whether I lose or win this
Foe or friend, can't determine the
The instance see you peaking, they pussy 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 making murderous
We don't rep the same things, nah, don't bother it
So much stressing on my brain, think I'ma lose it
vagabond, hoes that 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 stress but swell
Oh yes, I smoke kill, I'm crack, you krills
I pack, you deal, in fact, I'm so chill
I'm off the pivot, six stitches to your image
Not offended when you me genius, all that means is

Meechy Darko]