Luyện nghe bài hát Street Knock Raspy

Ridin' around in my
Sitting back and I'm
And the west side hocus
see them pipes
Coming out at
acting crazy, we don't really think
Hit back them Hammers
out for them cameras
Niggas through
Popo put you in the
I got no time, I ain't doing no crime
Why talking to me
I ain't' dropping no
back in my shirt
Giovanni on my back, million august
the dog back
LOX is we back up in here
Double R's here we come in to
Back to back and I'm
Kill em back and I'm
Niggas talkin' crazy and I make a
over them companies
Took over dem
Kept in my flight
overseas

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

God it I'm a genius
Swagga is the
Where green hair from venus on my penis
up our fingers
You know who my is
Swatch 'em up and fold em then we treat them like cleanest
to push the jag stolen tags get the stereo
Mouth row top, row full of gold
88 back bass through your stereo
Chicken noodle and mixing soda with the cereal
White milk got beige like the Cheerio
Kicks and purple syrup and my breakfast is
New Black Scale that compliment the fleece
Reeboks red-bottoms straight from on my feet
And some billionaire boy and some boys club
Plus probably push Bugatti the billionaire's toy huh
Woah Ke Mesabi I'm in once a naby
or Versace and Givanci on your boy huh

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

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

Chill back I'm lay back
Sitting and I'm way back
may stay back
Let's say that
Back back in them
Came back and this
wanna... can I get an witness
my own on fly
Bout the sky Razcats in walls
God I'm fly
GT irons and all that, and all that
Rembrandt's, you name it I got it all
Yeah on my scrilla
Kickin' from out nilla
Bitch aks my
I told that vanilla

God it
Hey
Hey
Hey