Luyện nghe bài hát Speed

B boats from the coast
Binoculars watch the bales to shore
Tryna ways to tax this dope
Slanging like soap
high off of these lines like coke
Listening with they eyes closed, no clothes
She want because of my flow
It's like I got X inside my quotes
Smoke, keep me on a high
playing in my Chevrolet
Game make them want stay
Plot all night, bust all day
just the jet way
No time to sleep 'cause that get me paid
Don't make sense if it make dollars
Excuses start my Impala
If it about my paper then "I'll holla"

through, killed niggas
Satellite coupe the new stickers
Never with no new niggas
Just my OG's and some bitches
Bad ones, I know what to do them
I don't buy them no bags, I get them high
All she wanted to do was ride
I'm a let her, won't her, no pressure
Let her decide, she
She gon choose what's better
weather, in a vintage ice berg sweater
Fly measure
That's your girl you better her

Cherry beamer, drop
Sipping Ace Boogie
He mad at his job
I had as a younger
Grinding hard to provide a yard for my big
in peace to the Jacker, may you mob
No love in the my nigga
don't give a fuck about you or me my nigga
Just an era where a is killing these niggas
And these bitches just mirroring the
Fake hair, fake ass for a real one
tryna fuck a nigga with a million
And do to get one