Luyện nghe bài hát Taste

D.A

[Verse 1:
Slide on a pimp game my pinky rang
gang, lotta bitches, and a icy chain
Why you claim you rich? That's a false claim
I be to the whip, no baggage claim
lotta styles, can't even pronounce the name
You got no style, see you on my Instagram
I be rockin' it like it's out the pan
when I'm takin' pics, I'm the middleman
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 Gangland
Say the wrong word, you be
Watch me stick to bitch like a spray 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
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 that's cool but he ain't me

2: Tyga]
Lotta girls like me, niggas wanna me
Nigga get yo ass checked like a fuckin'
Me not icey, unlikely
And she suck me like a fuckin' Hi-C
Aw, chains on the neck for the whole
And I feel like Gucci the ice cream
And my bitch want the Fenty, not the
I'm the black JB the way these scream
Make these scream
Pretty little
Like my nigga A.E, say,

Tyga]
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 cool

3: Offset]
(Offset)
Yeah, I'ma put the on the plate (drip, drip)
Diamond ice glacier, niggas (ice, ice)
Aye, aye feed me grapes Maybach the drac' (grape)
Slow in the Wraith, got this shit from bae
Diamonds up to par, the cookie hard (hard)
The Rari sit in park, I'm at it, on (Mars)
Shotgun shells, we gon' hit the target (blaow)
Popcorn bitch shell out the cartridge (pop it)
3400 Nawfside, Barkley
4-8-8,
Make her get on top of me and ride me like a
She keep me company and never want depart me (no)
(Depart me) Yeah, in the parking lot (skrt, skrt)
I don't it with these niggas 'cause they 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, suck it a Jolly (whoa)
Stack it up and put it with the whole (racks)
And she got the Patek on water
I'm rich in real life, I get that profit,

[Chorus:
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, let you get a
Taste, taste, do you the taste?
Yeah, cool, but he ain't like me

Tyga]
Taste, taste, LA you can get a
Taste, taste, you can get a taste
Taste, taste, you can get a taste
Taste, taste, New York do you the taste?
Taste, taste, you can get a taste
Taste, taste, Houston you can get a
Taste, taste, you can get a taste
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, worldwide they get a taste