Luyện nghe bài hát Taste

D.A

[Verse 1:
Slide on a pimp game with my rang
gang, lotta bitches, and a icy chain
Why you claim that you rich? That's a claim
I be to the whip, no baggage claim
Whole lotta styles, can't pronounce the name
You got no style, see you on my Instagram
I be rockin' it it's fresh out the pan
Only when I'm pics, I'm the middleman
Walk, talk it like a boss, I just lift the
3 million cash, call me 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 bitch like a tan
Aw, Mr. 'What 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, like
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

[Verse 2:
Lotta girls like me, niggas wanna me
Nigga get yo ass checked a fuckin' Nike
Me not icey, that's
And she gon' me like a fuckin' Hi-C
Aw, on the neck for the whole team
And I like 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
little thing
Like my 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

3: Offset]
(Offset)
Yeah, I'ma put the on the plate (drip, drip)
Diamond ice glacier, 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 sit in park, I'm at it, on Mars (Mars)
Shotgun shells, we gon' hit the target (blaow)
bitch shell poppin' out the cartridge (pop it)
3400 Nawfside, Charles
4-8-8,
Make her get on top of me and me like a Harley
She wanna keep me company and never 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, make me spark it out ya
Keep it in my pocket like it's a wallet
Like the way she it, suck it like a Jolly (whoa)
Stack it up and put it with the whole (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 the taste?
Yeah, that's cool, but he like me

Tyga]
Taste, taste, LA you can get a
Taste, taste, Miami you can get a
Taste, taste, you can get a taste
Taste, taste, New York do you love the
Taste, taste, Chi-Town you can get a
Taste, taste, Houston you can get a
Taste, taste, Portland you can get a
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 get a taste