Luyện nghe bài hát Taste

D.A

[Verse 1:
Slide on a pimp game with my pinky
Lotta gang, bitches, and a icy chain
Why you claim you rich? That's a false claim
I be straight to the whip, no baggage
lotta styles, can't even 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 pics, I'm the middleman
Walk, talk it a boss, I just lift the hand
3 million cash, me rain man
Money like a shower, that's my dance
And we all in black, like it's
Say the word, you be hangman
me stick to your bitch like a spray tan
Aw, Mr. 'What Of Car He In?'
In the city my name, nigga I ain't gotta 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 love the
that's cool but he ain't like me

[Verse 2:
girls like me, niggas wanna fight me
Nigga get yo ass checked like a fuckin'
Me not icey, unlikely
And she gon' suck me a fuckin' Hi-C
Aw, chains on the neck for the whole
And I feel like with the ice cream
And my bitch the Fenty, not the Maybelline
I'm the black JB the way these scream
Make bitches 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
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 that's

[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 with the (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 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 keep me company and never want depart me (no)
(Depart me) Yeah, in the parking lot (skrt, skrt)
I don't kick it with niggas '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 suck it, it like a Jolly (whoa)
Stack it up and put it the whole project (racks)
And she got the Patek on water
I'm in real life, I get that profit, copy

Tyga]
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, Oakland you can get a
Taste, taste, New York do you love the
Taste, taste, you can get a taste
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 the taste?
Taste, taste, worldwide they gon' get a