Luyện nghe bài hát Stranger Things

[Verse 1: Chris
Bottles in a bucket of ice (yeah)
Better make room, vroom, hear the (celebrate)
Bitch, better believe that I'm a (yeah)
You know I'm 'bout to you from your man though (celebrate)
Pop up with the chopper at artificial actin' like bitches
It done up a epidemic
They don't a difference, nigga we winnin', I'm plenty grinnin'
Hunnid million platinum, it, you ain't gotta listen (celebrate)
You better down to me
Feel the dick, bitch, open up your for me
Now choke, to the dick, honestly
I'm dope, bitch, comin' like Eenie Meenie Mo (celebrate)
I don't when I lose (I don't)
If I don't buy her them shoes, I don't like (regulate)
Do that I want to
I'm gon' dance on the moon like Michael (elevate)

[Verse 2: Lucas & Chris Brown]
While I'm drivin', I'm moonwalkin' in the sky with shooters
We jump inside of the Buick, you and hide from the Rugers
A couple choppers, in the guitar with the music
Guess I'm alive and I use it, get inside of the cubics
I lie, but the truth is I'm fuckin' tired of these losers
And all my life want the food when supper time and the juice
But I'd rather die to lose, it's a matter of time 'fore I lose it
And strategize the movement-t-t-t-t-t
Walk in the like a boss, ooh
Ho, you know I'm drippin' the sauce, ooh
Pretty, with a face full of
All they did was build me up, try to me apart
They ever wanna (celebrate) like you have a label
Call the doctor, heard the chopper make 'em do the
All you niggas as candy, chocolate chip and Now and Later
Jolly Rancher, Snickers, and watermelon flavored
Get the paper, (celebrate) on the corner
Heard you got the juice, but I got Corona
Got a Spanish bitch, I call her maricona
Joyner Lucas, bitch, I'm hotter than a sauna
Yeah, I you niggas (elevate)
All you new niggas do it for me, look (woah)
Bitch I'm a professor, you a student to me,
Designer shades on, like you cooler than me, (ayy)
All we do is win, you a to me
wanna talk about battle me (Joyner)
You can't give me neck with a mouth of cavities
Bunch of lil' niggas grabbin' me (grabbin' me)
Five foot five, boy, you like half of me
You wanna see the other side of me (yeah)
Hard to 'em happy, all these bitches stay mad at me
I just might take her out to (Applebee's)
her long dick and a strawberry daiquiri

[Verse 3: Brown & Joyner Lucas]
Order Factory, bubblin', why you mumblin'?
What you utter? Stop stutterin', you spend? Let me double it
Lime green 'rari, two twins, 'em double mints
If all you pussy niggas my kids, I'm in trouble
Shut up 'fore I you for actin' up
Now I'm wakin' up in cabanas, 'cause you bad as
And all gorillas don't want 'less your chain is tucked
You wiggity-wack with the strap, you cross Chris, you jump
I criss-cross with the pump, ain't no in the trunk
Leave that shit for the chumps, I still get what I
Don't wanna believe in my mind, but you in my dump
I'm takin' a for my side, could give a fuck 'bout they owners
look at my eyes, you 'bout to give me my bonus
And motherfuckin' record, that's a hit, I record it (celebrate)
And e'ry snitch up in this bitch, they report it (celebrate)
You paid way for this fade and can't even afford it
Seventy-five mil', at me now (celebrate)
And all these bad bitches can't their feet down (elevate)
You don't really see Brown
to stop all that shit talkin', put the seat down
Joyner, I don't really these niggas
Hol' up, I ain't gotta pay to these niggas
Time is money, need to around and bill these niggas
Vet, so I'm good will these niggas (celebrate)
I'ma show these niggas, I should grill niggas
Take flex, Fresh Prince, Uncle these niggas
Oh shit, I'm the shit, you smell me, nigga
Break ribs, yeah, you want no real beef, nigga
I say As-salāmu ʿalaykum when I tear apart some
Ho, you actin' like a pig, you fuckin' filthy,
Now the police tryna me in the prison, said, I'm guilty
I said, Da da da da da, come and kill me,

[Verse 4: Joyner Lucas, Chris & Both]
They have forgot that I'm psycho (jheeze)
Oh, you want war? Say no
Turn your fuckin' into a light show (Joyner)
You be sure, better be sure
I'm the realest nigga I know
And I'm so bored, I might switch
I saved a lotta on Geico (jheeze)
The neighbors knockin' on my door, what the you want?
Bitch, I'm (jheeze)
Listen, nigga, your business, I'm so sick of niggas
Tellin' me how I been my life (Joyner)
Sick of bumpin' shoulders now I'm over
motherfucker who ain't wanna get in my ride
I was watchin', you was
Ain't had the shit in my size
Now I'm poppin', I'm
And your keep hittin' my line
It's complicated, fuckin' up my main bitch
Givin' it to the side at the same damn time
Puttin' my face in it, wastin' it
I'ma lay in it, hit it, hit it one more
And I'ma proceed and play the pussy
You know I don't keep my on a hoodie
But I keep a Uzi, it's a doozie, make a movie if actin'
So (celebrate)