Luyện nghe bài hát Street Knock Raspy

Ridin' around in my
back and I'm focused
And the west hocus pocus
Nigga see them
out at night
Niggas acting crazy, we don't really
Hit with them Hammers
out for them cameras
Niggas through
Popo put you in the
I ain't got no time, I ain't no crime
Why talking to me
I dropping no dime
Sitting back in my
Giovanni on my back, sitting august
the dog back
LOX is here we up in here
Double R's we come in to share
Back to back and I'm
Kill em and I'm healing
Niggas talkin' crazy and I make a
Took over them
Took dem trees
them in my flight
Passport

Hey,
1212, right, 1212,
Get 'em
God it

God damn it I'm a
Swagga is the
Where hair chick from venus on my penis
Twisted up our
You know who my is
Swatch 'em up and fold em then we them like them cleanest
Used to push the jag tags get the stereo
Mouth row top, row of gold material
88 back bumping through your stereo
Chicken noodle soup and mixing soda the cereal
like milk got beige like the Cheerio
Kicks and purple syrup and my is complete
New Black shit that compliment the fleece
Reeboks red-bottoms straight from on my feet
And some billionaire boy and some billionaire boys
Plus probably Bugatti that's the billionaire's toy huh
Woah Ke Mesabi I'm in junior a naby
or Versace and Givanci on your boy huh

Hey,
1212, right, 1212,
Get 'em
God it

Haters they can't me listen to A$AP Rocky
Walking to the club and bitches say I'm
Walking to the and bitches say I'm cocky
Walking to the and bitches say I'm cocky

Chill when I'm lay back
back and I'm way back
Everybody may stay
gonna say that
Back back in them
back and gets this
Nigga wanna... can I get an
my own on fly
Bout through the sky in walls
God I'm fly
GT irons and all that, Cassos and all
Rembrandt's, you it bitch I got it all
Yeah bouncin' on my
Kickin' back from out
Bitch aks my
I told that vanilla

God it
Hey
Hey
Hey