Luyện nghe bài hát Street Knock Raspy

Ridin' around in my
back and I'm focused
And the west side pocus
Nigga see them
out at night
Niggas crazy, we don't really think
Hit with them Hammers
Watch out for cameras
Niggas coming
put you in the slammers
I ain't got no time, I ain't doing no
Why you're to me
I ain't' dropping no
back in my shirt
Giovanni on my back, sitting million
Bringin' the dog
LOX is here we back up in
R's here we come in to share
Back to back and I'm
Kill em back and I'm
talkin' crazy and I make a killin
Took over companies
Took dem trees
them in my flight
Passport

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

God it I'm a genius
is the meanest
Where green hair chick from venus on my
Twisted up our
You who my team is
Swatch 'em up and fold em then we treat them them cleanest
to push the jag stolen tags get the stereo
Mouth row top, row full of gold
88 back bass through your stereo
Chicken soup and mixing soda with the cereal
White like milk got like the Cheerio
and purple syrup and my breakfast is complete
New Scale shit that compliment the fleece
Reeboks red-bottoms straight Swizzy on my feet
And some billionaire boy and billionaire boys club
Plus probably push Bugatti that's the toy huh
Woah Ke Mesabi I'm in junior once a
Meracami or Versace and 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 and bitches say I'm cocky
Walking to the club and bitches say I'm
Walking to the and bitches say I'm cocky

Chill when I'm lay back
Sitting and I'm way back
Everybody may back
Let's 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 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