Luyện nghe bài hát Palm Trees

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

1: Meechy Darko]
Lions don't lose sleep over the 'pinion of
On the road to the riches, money to my cleats
I am moi, magnifique, skin noir, Meech
Niggas with the opinions usually have the least
It's funny how now be on their druggy shit
Downloaded my tape, sat back, studied
Acid pack a hits, shroom caps and hash bricks
Trippy like that Destiny chick on 106
This bitch had the fucking nerve to call me a nigger
When she the one the surgeon for her lips to get bigger
Do you get the bigger picture? is backwards, my nigga
You sneak dissing, taking jabs, get boxing on
Cause you get the word, I'm Glock Lesnar in the octagon
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 better off dead, like the title of my

[Hook: Darko]

[Verse 2: Zombie
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 girl scout, by the ounce
Mary never me
Mary not a backstabbing bitch lie and deceive me
it even, even, hash 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
Jealous ones still envy, got a couple with me
And my bitch will talk some shit and 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 with Mary, pushing and dreaming
Ah ah ah, I'm myself
Thizzle, fo' shizzle, my nizzle, riddles on instrumentals
Trippy life, in the night
Fill my (Fill my appetite)

[Hook: Meechy

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 black in the back of a
I'm proving I'm sadistic as sin, as I'm making music
We don't rep the same things, nah, don't confuse it
So much stressing on my brain, think I'ma lose it
Human vagabond, hoes that stow panties in my carry on
Why you hating acting nonchalant (Honest, bro)
Fuck your that say I'm a third wheel
Architect build mind, set stress but won't swell
Oh yes, I smoke kill, I'm crack, you krills
I pack, you deal, in fact, I'm so chill
I'm never off the pivot, six stitches to image
Not offended you call me genius, all that means is

[Hook: Meechy