Luyện nghe bài hát Taste

D.A

[Verse 1:
Slide on a pimp game my pinky rang
Lotta gang, lotta bitches, and a icy
Why you claim that you That's a false claim
I be straight to the whip, no claim
Whole styles, can't even pronounce the name
You ain't got no style, see you on my
I be rockin' it it's 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, call me man
Money like a shower, that's my dance
And we all in black, like Gangland
Say the word, you be hangman
Watch me stick to your bitch like a 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, 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 love the
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, unlikely
And she gon' suck me like a Hi-C
Aw, on the neck for the whole team
And I feel like with the ice cream
And my bitch want the Fenty, not the
I'm the JB the way these bitches scream
Make these bitches
Pretty little
Like my A.E, say, yadadamean

Tyga]
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, what 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

[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)
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)
Shotgun shells, we gon' hit the target (blaow)
Popcorn bitch shell out the cartridge (pop it)
Nawfside, Charles Barkley
4-8-8,
Make her get on top of me and ride me a Harley
She wanna keep me company and want depart me (no)
(Depart me) Yeah, in the parking lot (skrt, skrt)
I kick it with these niggas 'cause they talk about ya
And I got the fire, don't make me it out ya
it in my back pocket like it's a wallet
Like the way she suck it, 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 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, Chi-Town you can get a
Taste, taste, Houston you can get a
Taste, taste, Portland you can get a
Taste, taste, overseas let them taste
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, do you love the
Taste, taste, they gon' get a taste