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, Odell (One hand), slime, (Slatt)
Water, well, chain, melt (Let's go)
Glocks, in the
We send to hell (We do)
These niggas, they snitches, tell (Let's go)
'Cause there is no on my shells (Bah!)

Shabazz]
Shells, shells, shells, (Bah!)
Shells, shells, shells, (Bah!)
Shells, shells, shells, (Bah!)
Shells, shells, shells, (Bah!)

2: Shabazz]
I shells, send his ass to hell
I got bales, I got
Pay you when it land, nigga, I don't trust the
Get em' in, get em' gone, they touch the scale
Glock 27, got it with the rail
Niggas playin', deal with 'em
AR with a hunnid, I'ma get 'em'
Walk a nigga down on wild shit
Bro got molly, sand tan, shit
Bo-Boss up for a check, I like money man
up, leave the bank, hit the money dance
I'm off percs, I don't with Xans
In-In a sprinter, not a
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 might work my wrist and serve it hand to

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[Verse 3: Lil Uzi
Mask on my face when we run in yo'
And we need every to the safe
And then if you cooperate safe
Got a Spanish bitch and she giving me face
I said Little bitch, do you 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 feel like I'm
Your with me but she got leave by 8
'Cause you Lil Uzi do not walk with no cape
Don't got no but my niggas, they apes
And we walk with that bust at yo' grape
Atlantic, Pacific, and Indian Ocean lay on my neck
Lil' bitch, not a lake
The slowest car I got is prolly a
And if you want do it, we prolly 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 don't debate
Bro the bricks just like Raf flipped the straight
I made a right there on a Sunday
Woke up, I made two million on a
You is my son, you beat me up one day
I am too humble, nigga, that's my feng

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