Luyện nghe bài hát Shotta Flow

I wish everything I would turn to gold
NLE, you me
Baby Mexico Choppa man, top
Baby shotta
We talk our shit
Why Yeah
Yeah,

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
I am a menace, keep me a rack like tennis
I'm with the shit I'm Dennis
I started this shit finish
Niggas be hatin', blemish my image
Who want the .223 came with the scope
clip long as a rope
We wipe his nose, just like he had him a
I knew boy was a ho
Pull up with the gang, you that we bangin'
What is your set, nigga? is you claimin'?
I am a beast, you tame it
point the finger, this shit can get dangerous
These hatin', these niggas plottin'
Ooh, he got money I'm his wallet
You say you a killer, lil' stop it
In a out your gun was droppin'
You really a

You cannot on his yard
My nigga they scammin', they swipin' cards
I am so high I'm talking' to stars
I'm gone off them jiggas, I'm poppin' them
Don't my pimpin', bitch, don't sweat me
Choppa got a kick, that shit Jet Li
Sauce gang drip though, what is your
Don't get a F if a try to testin' me
Whole lotta money, lotta guala
Hit the party deep, nun' but my shotta
Nigga me so you know I had to pop him
So bullets it confused the doctor
lotta racks, whole lotta stacks
Fuck a headshot, shoot him in the back
3.5 up in the cack
We don't smoke reggie, shit called gas
I'm up, like a blind man
I'm hot, like a frying pan
He said that he gon' take from me
Ayy, know, he lyin' man
I'ma up from my hip blow like a whistle
Your bitch dick like a Kool-Aid pickle
Two bullets in your chest, that's a
And if a nigga run up 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 beef a southwest Philly, yeah

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

I might just OD, percs killin' me
like I'm Kobe, can't ner' nigga hol' me
If you run up on me, shoot 'em like Ginobili
And I'm with the shit homie, yeah, like I'm Toby, yeah
And I'm the shit lil' homie, yeah, like 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 drop, lil' nigga, no cut)
Ayy Tay, keep all
(Straight drop, nigga, no cut)
all that, yeah, yeah
(Up my hip, yeah)