Luyện nghe bài hát Taste

D.A

[Verse 1:
Slide on a game with my pinky rang
Lotta gang, bitches, and a icy chain
Why you that you rich? That's a false claim
I be straight to the whip, no baggage
Whole lotta styles, can't pronounce the name
You ain't got no style, see you on my
I be rockin' it like it's out the pan
Only I'm takin' pics, I'm the middleman
Walk, talk it like a boss, I just the hand
3 million cash, me rain man
Money like a shower, that's my rain
And we all in black, like it's
Say the word, you be hangman
Watch me stick to your bitch like a tan
Aw, Mr. 'What Kind Of Car He
In the love my name, nigga I ain't gotta say it

[Chorus:
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, fuck a nigga say
all the same, like Mary-Kate
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, let you get a
Taste, taste, do you the taste?
Yeah that's cool but he like me

2: Tyga]
Lotta girls like me, niggas fight me
Nigga get yo ass checked like a Nike
Me not icey, that's
And she gon' suck me like a fuckin'
Aw, chains on the neck for the whole
And I feel like with the ice cream
And my want the Fenty, not the Maybelline
I'm the JB the way these bitches scream
Make bitches scream
little thing
Like my A.E, say, yadadamean

Tyga]
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, fuck what a say
It's all the same, Mary-Kate
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, let you get a
Taste, taste, do you the taste?
Yeah cool

3: Offset]
(Offset)
Yeah, put the drip on the plate (drip, drip)
Diamond ice glacier, imitate (ice, ice)
Aye, aye me grapes Maybach with the drac' (grape)
Slow pace in the Wraith, got this from bae
Diamonds up to par, the hittin' hard (hard)
The sit in park, I'm at it, on Mars (Mars)
Shotgun shells, we always hit the target (blaow)
Popcorn bitch shell out the cartridge (pop it)
Nawfside, Charles Barkley
4-8-8,
her get on top of me and ride me like a Harley
She wanna keep me company and want depart me (no)
(Depart me) Yeah, in the parking lot (skrt, skrt)
I don't kick it with these niggas 'cause talk about ya
And I got the fire, don't me spark it out ya
it in my back pocket like it's a wallet
Like the way she suck it, it like a Jolly (whoa)
Stack it up and put it the whole project (racks)
And she got the Patek on water
I'm in real life, I get that profit, copy

[Chorus:
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, let you get a
Taste, taste, do you love the
Yeah, that's cool, but he like me

[Outro:
Taste, taste, LA you can get a
Taste, taste, you can get a taste
Taste, taste, Oakland you can get a
Taste, taste, New do you love the taste?
Taste, taste, you can get a taste
Taste, taste, you can get a taste
Taste, taste, you can get a taste
Taste, taste, overseas let bitches taste
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, do you the taste?
Taste, taste, worldwide they gon' get a