Luyện nghe bài hát Palm Trees

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

1: Meechy Darko]
Lions lose sleep over the 'pinion of sheep
On the road to the riches, money to my cleats
I am moi, magnifique, skin noir, Darky
with the most opinions usually have the least
It's funny how now rappers be on their shit
Downloaded my tape, sat back, shit
Acid a hundred hits, shroom caps and hash bricks
Trippy like that Child chick on 106
white 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? Shit is backwards, my
You sneak dissing, jabs, get your boxing on
Cause you ain't get the word, I'm Lesnar in the octagon
This shit is straight absurd, do not hate me cause your is shitty
I no pity, you turd, you better off in the dirt
Now you off dead, like the title of my work

[Hook: Darko]

[Verse 2: Zombie
Everyday, me and Mary
You might say I'm addicted, but me, I'm lifted
Stoned so loud, you can hear me in the
Smoking girl scout, by the ounce
Mary cheat 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, try and stick me for my paper
trying to take me under, I've seen it through the vapors
Jealous ones still envy, got a real with me
And my bitch will talk some shit and smoke the kil' me
Meech will hide the body, enough of that
They saying talk is cheap, so I'll be smiling when we
screaming "Zombies!" out in England
But I'm on the block with Mary, pushing and
Ah ah ah, I'm feeling
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 dues, man, I gotta 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 of a Buick
I'm I'm sadistic as sin, as I'm making murderous music
We rep the same things, nah, don't bother confuse it
So much stressing on my brain, think I'ma lose it
Human vagabond, hoes that stow they panties in my on
Why you niggas acting nonchalant (Honest, bro)
your publication that say I'm a third wheel
Architect build your mind, set stress but won't
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 you call me genius, all that means is

[Hook: Darko]