Luyện nghe bài hát Shotta Flow

I everything I touch would turn to gold
NLE, you me
Baby Mexico Choppa man, top
Mexico shotta
We finna our shit
Why not?
Yeah,

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
I am a menace, me a rack just like tennis
I'm with the shit like I'm
I started this shit I'ma
be hatin', tryna blemish my image
Who want the smoke? .223 came the scope
Extended long as a rope
We wipe his nose, just he had him a cold
I that boy was a ho
Pull up the gang, you know that we bangin'
What is your set, What is you claimin'?
I am a beast, you cannot it
Don't the finger, this shit can get dangerous
These niggas hatin', niggas plottin'
Ooh, he got I'm runnin' his wallet
You say you a killer, lil' stop it
In a shoot out gun was droppin'
You really a

You cannot stomp on his
My nigga they scammin', they them cards
I am so high that I'm to stars
I'm gone off jiggas, I'm poppin' them bars
Don't mind my pimpin', bitch, don't me
Choppa got a kick, call shit Jet Li
Sauce gang drip though, is your recipe?
Don't get a F if a try to testin' me
lotta money, whole lotta guala
Hit the party deep, nun' but my shotta
tried me so you know I had to pop him
So many bullets it the doctor
Whole lotta racks, whole lotta
Fuck a headshot, I'ma shoot him in the
3.5 rolled up in the
We don't smoke reggie, shit called gas
I'm sticked up, a blind man
I'm super hot, a frying pan
He said that he take some from me
Ayy, just know, he man
up from my hip then blow like a whistle
Your bitch suckin' dick like a Kool-Aid
Two bullets in your chest, that's a
And if a run up I'ma pop him like a pimple
Get rich or die tryin', I'm feelin' 50
Brand new choppa got d titties
don't play me I don't get silly
Love all the like a southwest Philly, yeah

Yeah, love all the like a southwest deli, yeah
Ayy, bitch, love all the like a southwest deli

I might just OD, percs killin' me
Feelin' like I'm Kobe, ner' nigga hol' me
If you wanna run up on me, shoot 'em like
And I'm with the shit homie, yeah, like I'm Toby, yeah
And I'm with the shit lil' homie, yeah, I'm Toby, yeah
Bitch!

(Like I'm Toby, yeah)
Finna ad-lib, eep all
(Like a school shooter, I'm Toby, yeah)
Yeah, yeah,
Keep all that Tay,
(Huh, huh)
(This shit straight drop, nigga, no cut)
Ayy Tay, all that
(Straight drop, nigga, no cut)
Keep all that, yeah,
(Up my hip, yeah)