Luyện nghe bài hát Shells

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi
Yeah, trap, cell (Trap), Mac, no (Let's go)
Leave a nigga, (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)
'Cause there is no hint on my (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, don't touch the scale
Glock 27, got it custom the rail
playin', I'ma deal with 'em
AR with a hunnid, I'ma still get
a nigga down on that wild shit
Bro got molly, tan, brown shit
Bo-Boss up for a check, I feel money man
Hold up, the bank, hit the money dance
I'm off percs, I fuck with Xans
a sprinter, not a minivan
She fuck me 'cause I'm a winner, man
Dont fuck with you you a mini-man
Pakk Boy Gang got choppas like the
I might work my wrist and serve it 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
on my face when we run in yo' place
And we need every combination to the
And if you cooperate everyone safe
Got a bitch and she love giving me face
I said Little bitch, do you like how this tastes?
She Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, y seis
Tryna out how I'm gon' get out my deal
I'm a bad boy, a reverend, I feel I'm Ma$e
bitch with me but she got leave by 8
'Cause you know Lil Uzi do not walk with no
got no Bape but my niggas, they apes
And we walk bananas that bust at yo' grape
Atlantic, Pacific, and Indian Ocean gon' lay on my
bitch, this not a lake
The car I got is prolly a Hellcat
And if you do it, we prolly could race (Skrrt)
And if you gon' hate, nigga, hate
Don't let me fuck, then lil' bitch, you is
Don't wanna talk, no, I want debate
Bro flip the just like Raf flipped the straight
I made a million there 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, that's my shui

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,