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 tags on makin' the world some
They have enough to satisfy a real one
Maverick Carter couldn't get the deal done
Niggas scared to come towards us, run from us
Louisville hush money for my gunners
Rick Pitino, I 'em to strip clubs and casinos
Stack of c-notes get all you niggas scratched like
Worms, I just up a can of those
My had a flower shop, but I was Sandra's rose
Two girls that I rope Indiana Jones
I make them hoes walk like I'm Amber Rose
Yeah, that, I got to up the ante
girls sweeter than pieces of candy
Had me all in hood and go link up with Sammy
Type of hood where bandanas make a family
Head on a swivel, I could shoot but I never dribble
Life too short, I get it 'fore they blow the whistle
My uncle tryna change my with stones and crystals
But it's take more than that for me to control my issues
I made for no casket or no prison cell
Every doin' numbers like I'm Miss Adele
Sandra knows I 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

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

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