Luyện nghe bài hát Palm Trees

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

[Verse 1: Meechy
Lions lose sleep over the 'pinion of sheep
On the road to the riches, sticking to my cleats
I am moi, magnifique, skin noir, Meech
Niggas the most opinions usually have the least
It's funny how now rappers be on their druggy
my tape, sat back, studied shit
Acid a hundred hits, shroom caps and hash bricks
Trippy like that Destiny chick on 106
This white had the fucking nerve to call me a nigger
When she the one paying the surgeon for her to get bigger
Do you get the bigger picture? Shit is backwards, my
You dissing, taking jabs, get your boxing on
Cause you ain't get the word, I'm Lesnar in the octagon
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: Juice]
Everyday, me and Jane
You say I'm addicted, but me, I'm truly lifted
Stoned so loud, you can me in the crowd
Smoking girl scout, sour by the
Mary cheat me
not a backstabbing bitch that'll lie and deceive me
Spread it even, even, 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 the vapors
Jealous ones still envy, got a couple with me
And my will talk some shit and smoke the kil' with me
Meech hide the body, enough of that though
They saying talk is cheap, so I'll be smiling we meet
screaming "Zombies!" out in England
But I'm on the with Mary, pushing and dreaming
Ah ah ah, I'm feeling
Thizzle, fo' shizzle, my nizzle, spitting on instrumentals
Trippy life, blotter in the
my appetite (Fill my appetite)

[Hook: Darko]

[Verse 3: Arc Elliot]
Could be mans, or be your fan, or be your kin
Pay your dues, man, I choose, whether I lose or win this
Foe or friend, can't the difference
The they see you peaking, they pussy be leaking 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, think I'ma lose it
Human vagabond, hoes that stow panties in my carry on
Why you hating niggas nonchalant (Honest, bro)
Fuck publication 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 smoke
I pack, you dope deal, in fact, I'm so
I'm off the pivot, six stitches to your image
Not offended when you call me genius, all that is

Meechy Darko]