Luyện nghe bài hát Street Knock Raspy

Ridin' in my Lotus
back and I'm focused
And the side hocus pocus
Nigga see pipes
Coming out at
Niggas acting crazy, we don't think
Hit with them Hammers
out for them cameras
Niggas through
Popo put you in the
I ain't got no time, I doing no crime
Why you're to me
I ain't' no dime
back in my shirt
Giovanni on my back, sitting august
Bringin' the dog
LOX is here we up in here
Double R's here we come in to
to back and I'm chillin
Kill em back and I'm
talkin' crazy and I make a killin
Took over them
Took dem trees
Kept them in my
overseas

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

God it I'm a genius
Swagga is the
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 the jag stolen tags get the stereo
row top, row full of gold material
88 bass bumping through your stereo
Chicken noodle soup and mixing soda the cereal
White like got beige like the Cheerio
Kicks and purple and my breakfast is complete
New Black Scale shit compliment the fleece
Reeboks red-bottoms straight from Swizzy on my
And some billionaire boy and some billionaire boys
Plus probably push Bugatti that's the toy huh
Woah Ke Mesabi I'm in junior once a
Meracami or Versace and Givanci on boy huh

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

Haters they stop me listen to A$AP Rocky
Walking to the and bitches say I'm cocky
Walking to the club and say I'm cocky
to the club and bitches say I'm cocky

Chill when I'm lay back
back and I'm way back
Everybody may back
Let's say that
back in them business
Came back and gets
wanna... can I get an witness
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 name it I got it all
bouncin' on my scrilla
Kickin' back out nilla
aks my color
I that bitch vanilla

God it
Hey
Hey
Hey