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 that you 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 fresh out the pan
when I'm takin' pics, I'm the middleman
Walk, talk it like a boss, I just lift the
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 your like a spray tan
Aw, Mr. Kind Of Car He In?'
In the city love my name, nigga I ain't say it

Tyga]
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, what 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?
that's cool but he ain't like me

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

Tyga]
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, what 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?
that's cool

[Verse 3:
(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 pace in the Wraith, got this shit bae
up to par, the cookie hittin' hard (hard)
The sit in park, I'm at it, on Mars (Mars)
shells, we gon' always hit the target (blaow)
Popcorn shell poppin' out the cartridge (pop it)
3400 Nawfside, Barkley
4-8-8,
Make her get on top of me and ride me a Harley
She wanna keep me company and never want me (no)
(Depart me) Yeah, fishtail in the lot (skrt, skrt)
I don't kick it with these 'cause they talk about ya
And I got the fire, don't make me it out ya
Keep it in my pocket like it's a wallet
Like the way she it, suck it like a Jolly (whoa)
it up and put it with the whole project (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 love the
Yeah, that's cool, but he ain't 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, you can get a taste
Taste, taste, you can get a taste
Taste, taste, overseas let them taste
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, do you the taste?
Taste, taste, worldwide gon' get a taste