Luyện nghe bài hát Palm Trees

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

1: Meechy Darko]
Lions don't lose sleep over the 'pinion of
On the road to the riches, money sticking to my
I am moi, magnifique, skin noir, Meech
Niggas with the most usually have the least
It's funny how now rappers be on their shit
Downloaded my tape, sat back, studied
Acid a hundred hits, shroom caps and hash bricks
Trippy like that Destiny Child on 106
white bitch 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? 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 hate me cause life is shitty
I no pity, you turd, you better off in the dirt
Now you better off dead, the title of my work

[Hook: Meechy

[Verse 2: Juice]
Everyday, me and Mary
You might say I'm addicted, but me, I'm lifted
so loud, you can hear me in the crowd
Smoking scout, sour by the ounce
Mary cheat me
Mary not a backstabbing bitch lie and deceive me
Spread it even, even, wax in the evening
Dab or die trying, on the to Zion
Damn, they try and me for my paper
They trying to take me under, I've seen it the vapors
Jealous ones envy, got a couple real with me
And my bitch will talk some shit and the kil' with me
Meech will hide the body, enough of that
saying talk is cheap, so I'll be smiling when we meet
They screaming "Zombies!" out in
But I'm on the block with Mary, pushing and
Ah ah ah, I'm feeling
Thizzle, fo' shizzle, my nizzle, spitting on instrumentals
Trippy life, blotter in the
Fill my (Fill my appetite)

[Hook: Meechy

[Verse 3: Erick Arc
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 they see you peaking, they pussy be leaking fluid
My nigga, is you doing, all black in the back of a Buick
I'm I'm sadistic as sin, as I'm making murderous music
We don't rep the things, nah, don't bother confuse it
So much stressing on my brain, momma think I'ma it
Human vagabond, 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 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 to your image
Not when you call me genius, all that means is

Meechy Darko]