Luyện nghe bài hát Rocking With The G.O.A.T.

You should be happy if we get outta this wit a ringtone

That was cool now let's get to that block shit
Make it for haters who wanna pop shit (I got this)
I'm leanin back in the
I big bombs these bastards can't stop it (Hotness)
I'm a profit for
Once I decide to it
Frontin on me is
Go prop on haters love songs and rock
Blow em out the ?trunk? is what I spit aint about ish (This is it)
I'm so ruthless and when the drummer was drumming
Ya'll see I got your man
LL the
Like luke wit the
My ugly
like rugby
Drop jewels like yoda my young students me
All rappers are under not one of them me (I rip it)
I the whole house down
On your big clown
You can see me now

(chorus)
Mic
You are now wit the G.O.A.T.
Throw hands in the air have a sip take a toke (Hot ish)
You are now wit the G.O.A.T.
Go 'head do two step wit your hand in your coat playa
You are now wit the G.O.A.T.
Throw your hands in the air try to wave the smoke (That's it)
You are now wit the G.O.A.T.
Go 'head do your two while I let these haters know

(You back down)
Listen good with both
Keep your mouth shut, fall back broke chairs
How can deliver like me I'm so rare
Your man had a pretty run I don't care(So far)
So far ahead that I'm countin in years
That mean lightning strikes longer your career
I'm so arrogant superstars you that, yeah
In your Club making rukus no wanna touch us (I'm a grown man)
?Muff? like Kobe at the Ruckers
Play Tucker, Rush all you cocksukers
You way to
I you game
in case Ya'll forgot my name
I'm the G.O.A.T.
Much lately
Ripping all since Cut-Creater tried to break beat
Farmers Blvd's is up in here
And I help Russell you could go ask Rick

(chorus)
Mic
You are now wit the G.O.A.T.
Throw your in the air have a sip take a toke (Hot ish)
You are now wit the G.O.A.T.
Go 'head do your two step wit your hand in your playa
You are now wit the G.O.A.T.
Throw your hands in the air try to wave away the (That's it)
You are now wit the G.O.A.T.
Go 'head do your two step I let these haters

The(4 x's)
(Monster) is
probably put a hit on me for murdering the track
They to flip on me they thought I wasn't coming back
They sealed the jar 'n then they threw me in the
means circles I came (back like) bbrrraaaackkkk
I to the top
loaded on cock
'Cause he get the oven this hot he don't stop
frauds wanna sell you the hype but don't cop
I'll you the pure shot
(I'm the L)
Motherfuckin' L
What sayin' on the internet I rip whoever
For the last 10 years I so I 'em better
But I'm back you sick time to get clique together dummy
I (Play hard)
I in for real
The odds 'r always wit me win I the wheel
And you could've wit me but your not real
So when I polish off the I'll let you know how it feels
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(chorus)
Mic
You are now wit the G.O.A.T.
Throw your hands in the air have a sip take a (Hot ish)
You are now wit the G.O.A.T.
Go 'head do your two wit your hand in your coat playa
You are now wit the G.O.A.T.
Throw your hands in the air try to wave the smoke (That's it)
You are now wit the G.O.A.T.
Go 'head do your two step while I let haters
Mic
You are now wit the G.O.A.T.
(Retire)