Luyện nghe bài hát Palm Trees

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

[Verse 1: Meechy
Lions don't lose over the 'pinion of sheep
On the road to the riches, sticking to my cleats
I am moi, magnifique, noir, Darky Meech
Niggas with the most usually have the least
It's funny how now rappers be on druggy shit
my tape, sat back, studied shit
Acid a hundred hits, shroom caps and hash bricks
like that Destiny Child chick on 106
This white bitch had the fucking to call me a nigger
she the one paying 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 ain't get the word, I'm Glock Lesnar in the
This is straight absurd, do not hate me cause your life is shitty
I show no pity, you turd, you better off in the
Now you off dead, like the title of my work

Meechy 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 scout, sour by the ounce
never 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 to Zion
Damn, they try and stick me for my
They trying to take me under, I've seen it the vapors
Jealous still envy, got a couple real with me
And my bitch will talk some shit and smoke the with me
Meech will the body, enough of that though
They saying talk is cheap, so be smiling when we meet
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
Trippy life, blotter in the
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 gotta choose, I lose or win this
Foe or friend, can't the difference
The instance they see you peaking, they pussy be fluid
My nigga, what is you doing, all in the back of a Buick
I'm proving I'm 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, momma think lose it
Human vagabond, hoes that stow they panties in my on
Why you hating niggas nonchalant (Honest, bro)
Fuck your publication that say I'm a third
Architect your mind, set stress but won't swell
Oh yes, I smoke kill, I'm crack, you smoke
I pack, you dope deal, in fact, I'm so
I'm never off the pivot, six stitches to image
Not offended when you call me genius, all means is

Meechy Darko]