Luyện nghe bài hát Reach

[Verse 1: $ky]
Boy I swear I've been up on my own
Boy I swear I think that we the
the hottest shit comin' from the city right now
If you ain't it now you better take notice
And I'm in my own lane, I don't fuck with you
My circle's so small and full of guerillas
I baby these niggas, hats off to your
your pussy ass beats, I ain't fuckin' with the little niggas
Blindfolded, see through the
BCC the scene, take a sec for you to see me
Tryna put a label on me, couldn't read me
It's a shame you don't listen way harder it's easy
with the dollars if you need me
Niggas really and I'm shit I'm yellin' "mothafuck a freebie"
deep in a damn beat In the chorus so steep
Tryna eat and the finna feed me, uhh
They shit don't like my shit
Flow through them on your lonesome
This beat autopilot
Too cool for the new school, class is in
Get left way when I write this
And the get rolled by the minute now
That you mention it, hold up finna this
You can find me walking down with my head high
You know a nigga hittin' tokes
up in the mirror I see red eyes
Blue flame got a nigga floatin' in a
New wave got niggas in a boat
mad they they hatin' all on the low
And she with the drama, had to let her go
I've killin' for a minute if you didn't know

Martin $ky]
They don't see a nigga win
don't wanna see a nigga eat
They wanna let a nigga in
They like, then a nigga gotta reach
I ain't even off that
A nigga racks in the game, got it back
Now everywhere I go they know a nigga before I ever said it
"God how he do it, how the boy get on the map?"

Martin $ky] (x4)
They that I couldn't, I can and I did it
(They said I couldn't, I can and I did it)

2: Saba]
Still hit the curb I'm parkin', I only get coal out the fossil
Grew up round laws and the silence, everybody they was Scarface
But me I don't bang I don't partake, but I'm too real to be called fake
My ex's still through heartache, cause I keep shit flippin' like Hardy
[?] in this Harley
Noise, pivot, prolly pull up in the
But, that's why niggas bitin', just copy
Up, but them hardly, us
That fat lady in falsetto for niggas
It's all said an done, for nothin' my nigga
They all gassed up, but it's all and pitiful
I'm hood like a gyro, so de gallo
Red out the gun, it's a
Put on my mom and my pop
I heard throwin' shots
I be on my arm like a lock
So if you 'bout it me at the front
Young, in the making
So Michael Jackson I to heavens way
So Jesse Jackson I'm dressed in all
I'm a black information with bros the Wayans
I'll go Super
+ [Hook] (x4)