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 steal
Price tags on makin' the world some
They don't have enough to a real one
Maverick Carter couldn't get the deal done
Niggas to come towards us, gotta run from us
Louisville hush money for my gunners
Rick Pitino, I take 'em to strip clubs and
Stack of c-notes get all you niggas scratched like
Worms, I just up a can of those
My mother had a flower shop, but I was rose
Two girls that I rope like Jones
I make them hoes walk together like I'm Amber
Yeah, fuck that, I got to up the
California girls than pieces of candy
Had me all in Nipsey hood and go up with Sammy
Type of where bandanas make niggas a family
on a swivel, I could shoot but I could never dribble
Life too short, I gotta get it 'fore blow the whistle
My uncle tryna change my energy with and crystals
But it's gon' take more that for me to control my issues
I wasn't made for no casket or no cell
Every title doin' numbers I'm Miss Adele
Sandra I pulled us out of a living hell
I'm the chosen one, flowers pick 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 like the Genovese
You want drama, capisce?
My is full of supermodels just like Mohamed Hadid
I this shit too serious, you niggas my comic relief
I find it funny how I on talkin' and commas increase
I'm standin' at the top of you niggas are climbin' to reach
I even got my very own initials on my sheets
Subtle are key, jeez!
Spoiler alert: the second act is
And everyone that wants the worst for me's what happened
Backstabbed so times I started walkin' backwards
Like Charlemagne, I see the and see the darkest patches
Bury me and I'll be again
I in godly form amongst the mortal men
I got real demons across the border fence
And made a note of the mistakes we can't afford
I said, can of worms and I'm the early bird
Niggas want to hang but I'm too busy 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 who's protectin' me but we hit it off
rose, no wonder they tryna' pick me off
I guess you gotta these niggas 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