Luyện nghe bài hát Stranger Things

[Verse 1: Chris
Bottles in a bucket of ice (yeah)
Better make room, vroom, the Lambo (celebrate)
Bitch, better believe I'm a sniper (yeah)
You know I'm 'bout to take you your man though (celebrate)
Pop up with the at artificial niggas actin' like bitches
It done started up a
They don't make a difference, we winnin', I'm plenty grinnin'
Hunnid million platinum, fuck it, you ain't gotta (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' Eenie Meenie Miney Mo (celebrate)
I don't like when I (I don't)
If I don't buy her them shoes, I don't those (regulate)
Do anything that I to
Think I'm gon' dance on the like Michael (elevate)

[Verse 2: Joyner Lucas & Chris
While I'm drivin', I'm moonwalkin' in the sky with some
We jump of the Buick, you duck and hide from the Rugers
A choppers, acoustic in the guitar with the music
Guess I'm alive and I use it, get inside of the cubics
I never lie, but the is I'm fuckin' tired of these losers
And all my life want the food when it's time and the juice
But I'd rather die than to lose, it's a matter of time 'fore I it
And strategize the movement-t-t-t-t-t
in the trap like a boss, ooh
Ho, you know I'm drippin' the sauce, ooh
Pretty, with a full of scars
All did was build me up, try to take me apart
ain't ever wanna (celebrate) like you have a label
Call the doctor, the chopper make 'em do the Macarena
All you niggas as candy, chocolate chip and Now and Later
Jolly Rancher, Snickers, and watermelon flavored
Get the paper, I'ma (celebrate) on the
you niggas got the juice, but I got Corona
Got a little Spanish bitch, I her maricona
Lucas, bitch, I'm hotter than a fuckin' sauna
Yeah, I make you (elevate)
All you new niggas don't do it for me, (woah)
Bitch I'm a professor, you a to me, woah
Designer shades on, you cooler than me, wait (ayy)
All we do is win, you a to me
wanna talk about battle me (Joyner)
You can't give me neck with a full of cavities
Bunch of niggas tried grabbin' me (grabbin' me)
Five foot five, boy, you niggas half of me
You wanna see the other side of me (yeah)
Hard to make 'em happy, all these stay mad at me
I just take her out to Applebee's (Applebee's)
Give her long dick and a daiquiri

3: Chris Brown & Joyner Lucas]
Order Cheesecake Factory, bubblin', why you
What you utter? Stop stutterin', what you Let me double it
Lime green 'rari, two twins, call 'em double
If all you pussy niggas my kids, I'm in then
Shut up I spank 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 with the strap, you cross Chris, make you jump
I criss-cross with the pump, ain't no bricks in the
that shit for the chumps, I still get what I want
Don't wanna believe in my mind, but you believe in my
I'm takin' a knee for my side, could give a fuck they owners
Nigga look at my eyes, you 'bout to me my bonus
And every motherfuckin' record, a hit, I record it (celebrate)
And e'ry motherfuckin' snitch up in this bitch, they it (celebrate)
You paid your way for fade and can't even afford it
Seventy-five mil', at me now (celebrate)
And all these bad bitches can't keep their feet (elevate)
You really wanna see Brown
to stop all that shit talkin', put the seat down
Joyner, I don't really feel these
Hol' up, I gotta pay to kill these niggas
Time is money, need to fuck around and bill these
Vet, so I'm finna good these niggas (celebrate)
I'ma show these niggas, I should grill niggas
Take flex, Fresh Prince, Phil these niggas
Oh shit, I'm the shit, you smell me, nigga
ribs, yeah, you don't want no real beef, nigga
I say As-salāmu ʿalaykum when I tear apart some
Ho, you like a pig, you fuckin' filthy, nigga
Now the tryna lock me in the prison, said, I'm guilty
I said, Da da da da da, and kill me, nigga

[Verse 4: Lucas, Chris Brown & Both]
must have forgot that I'm psycho (jheeze)
Oh, you war? Say no more
your fuckin' block into a light show (Joyner)
You better be sure, better be
I'm the realest nigga that I
And I'm so bored, I might cars
I saved a lotta money on (jheeze)
The neighbors knockin' on my door, what the fuck you
Bitch, I'm (jheeze)
Listen, nigga, mind your business, I'm so sick of
Tellin' me how I been my life (Joyner)
Sick of shoulders now I'm runnin' over
Every motherfucker who wanna get in my ride
I was watchin', you was
Ain't never had the shit in my
Now I'm poppin', I'm
And your keep hittin' my line
It's complicated, fuckin' up with my bitch
Givin' it to the side bitch at the same time
Puttin' my in it, never wastin' it
I'ma lay in it, hit it, hit it one time
And I'ma proceed and play with the
You I don't keep my cape on a hoodie
But I a Uzi, it's a doozie, make a movie if you're actin'
So (celebrate)