Luyện nghe bài hát Taste

D.A

[Verse 1:
Slide on a pimp game with my 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 claim
Whole lotta styles, can't 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, talk it like a boss, I lift the hand
3 cash, call me rain man
Money like a shower, my rain dance
And we all in black, like it's
Say the word, you be hangman
Watch me stick to bitch like a spray tan
Aw, Mr. Kind Of Car He In?'
In the city love my name, nigga I gotta say it

Tyga]
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 love the
Yeah cool but he ain't like me

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

[Chorus:
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, fuck what a 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

[Verse 3:
(Offset)
Yeah, I'ma put the drip on the (drip, drip)
Diamond ice glacier, imitate (ice, ice)
Aye, aye feed me Maybach with the drac' (grape)
pace in the Wraith, got this shit from bae
Diamonds up to par, the cookie hittin' (hard)
The sit in park, I'm at it, on Mars (Mars)
Shotgun shells, we gon' hit the target (blaow)
Popcorn bitch shell out the cartridge (pop it)
3400 Nawfside, Charles
4-8-8,
Make her get on top of me and ride me like a
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 'cause they talk about 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 with the whole (racks)
And she got the on water 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 love the
Yeah, that's cool, but he 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, 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