Luyện nghe bài hát Shells

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi
Yeah, trap, cell (Trap), Mac, no (Let's go)
a nigga, stale (Stale), tec, no Kel (Bah!)
One hand, Odell (One hand), slime, (Slatt)
Water, well, chain, melt (Let's go)
Glocks, in the
We oppositions to hell (We do)
These niggas, they snitches, tell (Let's go)
there 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, send his ass to
I got bales, I got
Pay you when it land, nigga, I don't trust the
Get em' in, get em' gone, don't touch the scale
Glock 27, got it custom the rail
Niggas playin', deal with 'em
AR with a hunnid, I'ma get 'em'
a nigga down on that wild shit
Bro got molly, sand tan, brown
up for a check, I feel like money man
Hold up, leave the bank, hit the money
I'm off percs, I don't with Xans
a sprinter, not a minivan
She with me 'cause I'm a winner, man
Dont fuck you 'cause you a mini-man
Pakk Boy got choppas like the Taliban
I work my wrist and serve it hand to hand

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Shells, shells, shells,
Shells, shells, shells,
Shells, shells, shells,
Shells, shells, shells,
Shells, shells, shells,
Shells, shells, shells,
Shells, shells, shells,
Shells, shells, shells,

3: Lil Uzi Vert]
Mask on my face when we run in yo'
And we every combination to the safe
And then if you cooperate safe
Got a Spanish bitch and she giving me face
I said Little bitch, do you like how this tastes?
She said Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, y
figure out how I'm gon' get out my deal
I'm a bad boy, a reverend, I feel 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, they
And we walk with that bust at yo' grape
Atlantic, Pacific, and Indian Ocean lay on my neck
bitch, this not a lake
The car I got is prolly a Hellcat
And if you want do it, we could race (Skrrt)
And if you gon' hate, nigga, then
Don't let me fuck, then lil' bitch, you is
Don't wanna talk, no, I don't want
Bro flip the bricks just like Raf the straight
I made a million right on a Sunday
up, I made 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,