Luyện nghe bài hát Taste

D.A

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

[Chorus:
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, what a nigga say
It's all the same, like
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, let you get a
Taste, taste, do you the taste?
Yeah that's cool but he ain't me

2: Tyga]
Lotta girls me, niggas wanna fight me
Nigga get yo ass checked a fuckin' Nike
Me not icey, that's
And she gon' suck me a fuckin' Hi-C
Aw, chains on the for the whole team
And I feel Gucci with the ice cream
And my bitch the Fenty, not the Maybelline
I'm the black JB the way these bitches
Make these scream
Pretty thing
my nigga A.E, say, yadadamean

[Chorus:
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, what a nigga say
It's all the same, like
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, let you get a
Taste, taste, do you love the
that's cool

[Verse 3:
(Offset)
Yeah, I'ma put the on the plate (drip, drip)
ice glacier, niggas imitate (ice, ice)
Aye, aye feed me grapes with the drac' (grape)
Slow pace in the Wraith, got this from bae
Diamonds up to par, the cookie hittin' (hard)
The Rari sit in park, I'm at it, on (Mars)
Shotgun shells, we gon' always hit the (blaow)
Popcorn shell poppin' out the cartridge (pop it)
3400 Nawfside, Charles
4-8-8,
her get on top of me and ride me like a Harley
She wanna me company and never want depart me (no)
(Depart me) Yeah, in the parking lot (skrt, skrt)
I don't kick it with these niggas 'cause they talk ya
And I got the fire, don't me spark it out ya
Keep it in my back pocket it's a wallet
Like the way she suck it, suck it like a (whoa)
Stack it up and put it the whole project (racks)
And she got the Patek on moccasin
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 the taste?
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 York do you love the
Taste, taste, Chi-Town you can get a
Taste, taste, you can get a taste
Taste, taste, Portland you can get a
Taste, taste, let them bitches taste
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, do you the taste?
Taste, taste, they gon' get a taste