Luyện nghe bài hát Street Knock Raspy

Ridin' in my Lotus
Sitting and I'm focused
And the west side pocus
Nigga see them
Coming out at
Niggas crazy, we don't really think
Hit back with Hammers
out for them cameras
Niggas through
Popo put you in the
I ain't got no time, I doing no crime
Why talking to me
I dropping no dime
back in my shirt
Giovanni on my back, sitting million
the dog back
LOX is we back up in here
Double R's we come in to share
to back and I'm chillin
Kill em and I'm healing
Niggas talkin' crazy and I a killin
over them companies
Took dem trees
Kept in my flight
Passport

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

God damn it I'm a
is the meanest
Where green hair chick from on my penis
up our fingers
You who my team is
Swatch 'em up and fold em then we treat them them cleanest
Used to push the jag tags get the stereo
Mouth row top, row full of material
88 back bass bumping through stereo
Chicken soup and mixing soda with the cereal
White like got beige like the Cheerio
Kicks and purple syrup and my is complete
New Scale shit that compliment the fleece
Reeboks straight from Swizzy on my feet
And some boy and some billionaire boys club
Plus push Bugatti that's the billionaire's toy huh
Woah Ke Mesabi I'm in junior once a
Meracami or and Givanci on your boy huh

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

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

Chill back when I'm lay
Sitting and I'm way back
Everybody may back
Let's gonna say
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 and all that, Cassos and all that
Rembrandt's, you it bitch I got it all
Yeah on my scrilla
Kickin' back from out
Bitch aks my
I told that vanilla

God it
Hey
Hey
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