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 talk our shit
Why not?
Yeah,

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

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

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

I might OD, percs killin' me slowly
Feelin' like I'm Kobe, can't 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 with the shit 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 Tay, yeah
(Huh, huh)
(This straight drop, lil' nigga, no cut)
Ayy Tay, all that
(Straight drop, nigga, no cut)
Keep all that, yeah,
(Up my hip, yeah)