Luyện nghe bài hát Palm Trees

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

[Verse 1: Darko]
Lions don't lose sleep over the of sheep
On the road to the riches, sticking to my cleats
I am moi, magnifique, skin noir, Darky
Niggas with the most opinions usually have the
It's funny how now rappers be on druggy shit
Downloaded my tape, sat back, shit
Acid pack a hundred hits, caps and hash bricks
Trippy that Destiny Child chick on 106
This white bitch had the fucking nerve to call me a
When she the one paying the surgeon for her lips to get
Do you get the picture? Shit is backwards, my nigga
You sneak dissing, jabs, get your boxing on
Cause you ain't get the word, I'm Glock Lesnar in the
This shit is straight absurd, do not hate me cause your life is
I show no pity, you turd, you 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
Stoned so loud, you can hear me in the
girl scout, sour by the ounce
Mary cheat me
Mary not a backstabbing bitch that'll lie and 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 me under, I've seen it through the vapors
Jealous ones envy, got a couple real with me
And my bitch will talk some shit and smoke the kil' me
will hide the body, enough of that though
They saying talk is cheap, so I'll be smiling we meet
They "Zombies!" out in England
But I'm on the block Mary, pushing and dreaming
Ah ah ah, I'm myself
Thizzle, fo' shizzle, my nizzle, riddles on instrumentals
Trippy life, blotter in the
Fill my (Fill my appetite)

[Hook: Meechy

3: Erick Arc Elliot]
Could be your mans, or be fan, or be your kin
Pay your dues, man, I gotta choose, whether I or win this
Foe or friend, can't determine the
The they see you peaking, they pussy be leaking fluid
My nigga, what is you doing, all black in the of a Buick
I'm proving I'm as sin, as I'm making murderous music
We don't rep the same things, nah, don't bother it
So much on my brain, momma think I'ma lose it
Human vagabond, hoes that they panties in my carry on
Why you hating niggas acting (Honest, bro)
Fuck your publication that say I'm a wheel
Architect build mind, set stress but won't swell
Oh yes, I kill, I'm crack, you smoke krills
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]