Luyện nghe bài hát Parlay

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

Yeah, ay mind that blahzay-blahzay, all we do is parlay
All we do is parlay, all we do is
Maserati riders, all we do is parlay
All we do is parlay, all we do is
We livin every day Friday, all we do is parlay
All we do is parlay, all we do is
Just ask them hoes they know us, all we do is parlay
All we do is parlay, say all we do is

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

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

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