Luyện nghe bài hát Parlay

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I got dope! Bap!
Grand nigga (Hustle Gang nigga!)
yeah yeah! Bap! (Hey! Hey!)
Get dough or die nigga (broke niggaz eat your out!)
G.D.O.D. (okay bruh)
Ay! Hey!

Yeah, ay never mind that blahzay-blahzay, all we do is
All we do is parlay, all we do is
Ferrari Maserati riders, all we do is
All we do is parlay, all we do is
We livin day like Friday, all we do is parlay
All we do is parlay, all we do is
Just ask them hoes they about us, all we do is parlay
All we do is parlay, say all we do is

Got Maybachs on they and a watch, tanktop, two chains
Snapbacks and them racks I got carloads
My flow sick, got parvo, my swag on
A bunch of G's when we hoe, we live no Apollo
Got strippers, got star hoes, we shit, swallow spit
In mansions and condos, they to swallow dick
Fly G-4 to the West coast, palm trees poppin Dom P
With a big blonde weave that got a jungle booty, Jumanji
All I do is wake up, cake up, smear these bitches
In them new Margiela flavors in Montego Bay,
karat chain, solitaire, no Pav
Never mind they blahzay-blahzay, all we do is

Yeah, yeah,
Ay thug, got me leanin to my left, fake as
I be saggin like a thug, buy a hoe the Louis
The clique, throwin ten, I can do that by myself
My sound ground, be alien and don't know it like they live[?]
I get my straight out K truck, nigga wanna try me
I'ma hit big cuz ASAP, he gon' the fever
Make it failin it stay flake[?]
Nigga we'll get you well-done, and away, the bumpin with my kayfabe[?]
My house stay where the lake stay, Benz where my ass stay
I'm makin on a good day and only parlayin on a bad day
My Red say CL, Benz coupe say CL
Sharp than they two hill[?], oops, now we three bitch!

Ay, all I do is parlay, I do everything the way
I got bitches with me, pussy sweeter than a parfait
Sell all of my parquet[?] at the end of Parkway
Nigga try me and make that chopper sing like a Bar-Kay
All I do is parlay, all I do is
I gettin money so I'm callin Target "Targt"
All of the bitches go our way, I'm killin niggaz the bar way
You be a nigga they say is a dog unless they referrin to Shar-Peis
Me and that Gucci won't part ways, bitch I be fresh as a (fool)
These are the brooks in my forte, sometimes I be in the cool (cool)
I know I be winnin cause be constantly tryin to catch up with my mood (mood)
Sit back and while I turn up a notch, just [?] just what I do (do)