Luyện nghe bài hát Swank Sinatra

[Verse 1:
between me and you
You think you should it and I deserve it
on the past and I'm in the lab working
Never spoke to God in the hood, bad service
But I I got bars cause he sending 'em for certain
Sin, got critics questioning what lane he in
I'm turning crowds into stadiums
Pounds, I be blazin' the when I listen to Waves
On the searching for stones like Jackie and Jade

[Verse 2: Joey
Ain't shit fly I rock it
High drop kicks in cockpits
Red Eye fly shit holding chop sticks, split cheese with
Switching keys in partures, ain't a decent sponsor
But bet still archer, yo Dymez, I got them
Slow ride through Gotham, the drink black like I'm
Gothic, I be in the lab spitting
Mixing toxics 'til the prophet's profit
Or 'til I get in

[Verse 3: Capital
T-shirt Polo
The rebirth of YOLO; if I'm trying to a proto
All I got to do is yodel, on the low
Got me dreaming like a mogul, the humidity is me
I call the ozone, Capital Swank
had the cash up in the bank, so the snakes want to
Ask me if I'm great, we laughing in face
Cause rap was a mistake, when the came
almost had me eating steak

[Verse 4: CJ
This hip-hop a fly feel
You'll be if you lie still, it's all about what you choose
To do, buy
Hoods niggas like reapers
They takers, black hoodie bone breakers
Put you to sleep, then you won't wake up, I mean, you go
weight rooms to waiting rooms, be armed or curl up
When that piece to your chest, so make your move, no April
I just say the truth, be a vacant tomb
If you break the

[Verse 5: Bada$$]
A gift is my curse if I lift and I
But fuck arms, I do enough harm when I'm a verse
I heard niggas went missing, the dirt is when you surface?
What you mean I earn this? They ask for my service
Emotions in his flow caught a wave, now he
But notice demons and serpents be lurkin'
It's urgent, still a rebel, school, burn shit
Don't ask him to pull up his up, it irks him

6: Dyme-A-Duzin]
Til I die of an overdose of the dopeness, I'm floating
Flying the coast and just scoping and getting wiser
I am a product of box we call pop culture
Creative pop filter bringing our closer
Batman of this rap scam, gasp over
Spit facts over tracks, deeper than Shaq's vox
Dyme's dope, stay on my grind cause I
That time slow, puffing that lye but time don't

7: CJ Fly]
Wait, you quakes
When you're plates, illuminate, eliminate
Got me thinking that it's the same, won't let a like mine
slip through the drain, cause I'm fit for the game
Watch me shift through the planes, the rap monster
Is off if cops involved, shocked them all
Dropping draws/jaws, now they chakras off, eating sauce
Stop it, dog, I'm the law, led 'em on
Weapons drawn, the art of war

8: Capital STEEZ]
I can it getting closer
As Ls turn to clips, clips to roaches
And turn to bowl hits, oh shit
Looks like we getting high again, that's gram
Of fires right to my
I blaze a dutch, then I pay the cut, you be on the
Posted up, trying to a cuff, groupies on my arm
Just to prove that we swank
Let me see you take a while I break it up