Luyện nghe bài hát Sandra's Rose

Yeah, no
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby,
Yeah, no
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, ooh

Niggas see the crib and ask who did I from
Price on makin' the world feel some
They don't enough to satisfy a real one
Maverick Carter couldn't even get the deal
Niggas scared to come towards us, run from us
Louisville hush money for my young
Rick Pitino, I take 'em to strip and casinos
Stack of c-notes get all you scratched like Preemo
Worms, I opened up a can of those
My mother had a flower shop, but I was rose
Two girls that I rope Indiana Jones
I make them hoes walk together I'm Amber Rose
Yeah, that, I got to up the ante
California sweeter than pieces of candy
Had me all in Nipsey hood and go link up with
Type of hood where make niggas a family
Head on a swivel, I could shoot but I could never
Life too short, I gotta get it they blow the whistle
My uncle tryna change my with stones and crystals
But it's gon' take more than for me to control my issues
I wasn't made for no casket or no cell
Every title numbers like I'm Miss Adele
Sandra I pulled us out of a living hell
I'm the chosen one, flowers never themselves

No more, no
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby,
No more, no
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, ooh

want a classic, that's just ten of these
Crime family the Genovese
You want drama, capisce?
My is full of supermodels just like Mohamed Hadid
I take this shit too serious, you niggas my comic
I find it funny how I keep on and commas increase
I'm standin' at the top of where you niggas are to reach
I even got my very own initials inscribed on my
reminders are key, jeez!
Spoiler alert: the second act is
And everyone that wants the for me's askin' what happened
Backstabbed so many times I started walkin'
Like Charlemagne, I see the light and see the patches
Bury me and be born again
I walk in godly amongst the mortal men
I got some demons across the border fence
And made a note of the mistakes we afford again
I said, can of worms and I'm the early bird
Niggas want to hang but I'm too busy doin' dirty
Hit 'em back and say we'll up on the 33rd
When I say that they cursin' me it ain't words
Church of Pentecost, Holy Spirit
I don't know who's me but we hit it off
Sandra's rose, no they tryna' pick me off
I guess you gotta show these who you really are

No more, no
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby,
No more, no
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, ooh