Luyện nghe bài hát Stacey Adams

I 'fore they came to get you
You locked yourself
on
The guilty trials they'll send to you
I swear I cried day
But wait....

Me and T getting long
Drove all the way to Amsterdam, to have a three minute convo
Why do nice guys always finish last, went on holiday we were the only ratchet in business class
First it was AJ, now Moncler day
Armani I'm sorry I blowing up
ride out team, hand on my heart
See them shook niggas freeze up, I ran because I'm
Fans chatting like they about the drama
But we shoot niggas up i can't post it up after
How's he sitting on that grub with all nitties on the road
Fiends outside my trap look like Call of Duty mode
Might get a job, old geeza
Cause he's dealing with a Q since Moesha
How's his re-up looking like a fucking
Can't find a nigga in the city with them O's
Nines

Bruh I out my yard B
I see some random painting them fucking lamp posts B
There's like 20 other posts that ain't painted
You really think those guys come to those lamp post, You'd think these guys are feds my G
There'd be fucking postmen
All sorts of funny BT vans around B
The pepper
mad

Me and supa flying to west
Bitches say I'm looking fly I even dressed
Them paigons can't walk the streets a vest
Looking over their shoulder like a tryna cheat on a test
Acting like shotting all that coke
Looking invisible he's got on Harry Potter's cloak
I been thinking about buying me a
And if it's TT, then nigga why I a sample
The rap game need me, I need rap
Food so peng I told the B cat, "I need no feedback"
My really gang bang
AK leave a nigga's whip in the air Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
If I rob my plug that would my life
But I'm loyal to the soil mumsy me right
Do I like I care if the industry don't fuck with me
I'm just washing up this like it's cutlery
It's