Luyện nghe bài hát Pure Cocaine

When your wrist like this, you don't check the
Every day it's rain, yeah
a brick through a brick, ain't whip up shit
This cocaine, yeah
the streets, but I got a little sense
But I had to go coupe, no (Coupe, no brain)
Ain't worried you, I'ma do what I do
And I do my (Do my thing)

Bought her brand new shoes, told her kick
Don't stand too close, diamonds
Think red means so I don't stop
I know they they could catch me, but keep wishin'
You think I done into a fiend for these bitches
Tryna stuff as much as I can in britches
Made your bitch on my friend, it's no difference
I ain't never popped no Xan, I sip
If I ever to tell on the gang, I won't do it
If I put it on a song, I it or been through it
I put it in my song, I know how the feds move
Scream free all of the but I ain't no FamGoon
my mama ten bands, sent her to Cancún
Got the crowd goin' dumb but I no damn fool
If I went in there and did it and it, you can too
We done came a way from broke and sharing shoes

When your wrist like this, you don't check the
day it's gon' rain, yeah
Made a brick through a brick, whip up shit
This cocaine, yeah
the streets, but I got a little sense
But I had to go coupe, no (Coupe, no brain)
worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do
And I do my (Do my thing)
When your like this, you don't check the forecast
Every day it's gon' rain,
Made a brick through a brick, whip up shit
pure cocaine, yeah
From the streets, but I got a sense
But I had to go coupe, no (Coupe, no brain)
worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do
And I do my (Do my thing)

Got a million dollars in a book bag
New Era, I'm a boy, no cap
I'm my best life for real
Just the dealership, no tag
If we opposite, it won't work, it won't
Get an knocked off, toe tag
Ain't home in a month, got my ho mad
They me in the trap but I can't go back
I jumped off the porch with a hundred dollar
I got M's in the bank, a damn what they think
Every vibe I ever shot my shot at, it
Everything you ever me riding in, bought it
Big dawg status, I ain't gotta drugs
Put my craft rap then I took off, yeah
New G-Wagon, no key, a push-start
I can hit the gas, make it

your wrist like this, you don't check the forecast
Every day it's gon' rain,
Made a brick through a brick, whip up shit
This cocaine, yeah
From the streets, but I got a sense
But I had to go coupe, no (Coupe, no brain)
Ain't worried you, I'ma do what I do
And I do my (Do my thing)
When your wrist like this, you don't check the
Every day it's gon' rain,
Made a brick through a brick, ain't whip up
pure cocaine, yeah
From the streets, but I got a little
But I had to go coupe, no (Coupe, no brain)
Ain't worried you, I'ma do what I do
And I do my (Do my thing)