Luyện nghe bài hát Shells

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi
Yeah, trap, (Trap), Mac, no Dell (Let's go)
a nigga, stale (Stale), tec, no Kel (Bah!)
One hand, (One hand), slime, snail (Slatt)
Water, well, chain, melt (Let's go)
Glocks, in the
We oppositions to hell (We do)
These niggas, snitches, gon' tell (Let's go)
'Cause is no hint on my shells (Bah!)

[Chorus:
Shells, shells, shells, (Bah!)
Shells, shells, shells, (Bah!)
Shells, shells, shells, (Bah!)
Shells, shells, shells, (Bah!)

2: Shabazz]
I keep shells, his ass to hell
I got bales, I got
Pay you when it land, nigga, I don't the mail
Get em' in, get em' gone, they don't touch the
Glock 27, got it custom with the
Niggas playin', I'ma with 'em
AR with a hunnid, I'ma get 'em'
Walk a nigga down on that shit
Bro got molly, tan, brown shit
Bo-Boss up for a check, I feel like man
Hold up, leave the bank, hit the dance
I'm off percs, I don't fuck Xans
In-In a sprinter, not a
She fuck with me I'm a winner, man
Dont fuck you 'cause you a mini-man
Pakk Boy Gang got choppas the Taliban
I might my wrist and serve it hand to hand

Shabazz]
Shells, shells, shells,
Shells, shells, shells,
Shells, shells, shells,
Shells, shells, shells,
Shells, shells, shells,
Shells, shells, shells,
Shells, shells, shells,
Shells, shells, shells,

[Verse 3: Lil Uzi
Mask on my when we run in yo' place
And we every combination to the safe
And if you cooperate everyone safe
Got a Spanish and she love giving me face
I Little bitch, do you like how this shit tastes?
She Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, y seis
Tryna figure out how I'm get out my deal
I'm a bad boy, a reverend, I like I'm Ma$e
Your bitch me but she got leave by 8
'Cause you know Lil Uzi do not with no cape
Don't got no Bape but my niggas, apes
And we with bananas that bust at yo' grape
Atlantic, Pacific, and Ocean gon' lay on my neck
Lil' bitch, this not a
The car I got is prolly a Hellcat
And if you want do it, we prolly race (Skrrt)
And if you gon' hate, nigga, hate
Don't let me fuck, then bitch, you is bait
Don't wanna talk, no, I want debate
Bro the bricks just like Raf flipped the straight
I made a million right on a Sunday
Woke up, I two million on a Monday
You is my son, you will me up one day
I am too humble, nigga, my feng shui

[Chorus:
Shells, shells, shells,
Shells, shells, shells,
Shells, shells, shells,
Shells, shells, shells,
Shells, shells, shells,
Shells, shells, shells,
Shells, shells, shells,
Shells, shells, shells,