Luyện nghe bài hát Speed

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

Came through, killed
Satellite coupe the new stickers
running with no new niggas
Just my OG's and some bitches
Bad ones, I know what to do with
I don't buy them no bags, I just get high
All she really wanted to do was
I'm a let her, won't her, no pressure
Let her decide, she
She gon definitely choose what's
Autumn weather, in a ice berg sweater
Fly measure
That's your girl you better her

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