Luyện nghe bài hát Taste

D.A

[Verse 1:
Slide on a game with my pinky rang
Lotta gang, lotta bitches, and a icy
Why you claim that you rich? That's a claim
I be to the whip, no baggage claim
Whole lotta styles, even pronounce the name
You got no style, see you on my Instagram
I be rockin' it like fresh out the pan
Only I'm takin' pics, I'm the middleman
Walk, talk it like a boss, I just 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 wrong word, you be
Watch me to your bitch like a spray tan
Aw, Mr. 'What Kind Of Car He
In the city my name, nigga I ain't gotta 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 like 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 Gucci with the ice cream
And my bitch want the Fenty, not the
I'm the black JB the way these scream
Make these scream
Pretty thing
my nigga A.E, say, yadadamean

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

[Verse 3:
(Offset)
Yeah, I'ma put the on the plate (drip, drip)
Diamond ice glacier, imitate (ice, ice)
Aye, aye feed me grapes Maybach the drac' (grape)
Slow pace in the Wraith, got shit from bae
up to par, the cookie hittin' hard (hard)
The sit in park, I'm at it, on Mars (Mars)
Shotgun shells, we gon' always hit the (blaow)
Popcorn bitch 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 me company and never want depart me (no)
(Depart me) Yeah, fishtail in the lot (skrt, skrt)
I don't kick it with these niggas they talk about ya
And I got the fire, don't me spark it out ya
Keep it in my back like 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 Patek on 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

[Outro:
Taste, taste, LA you can get a
Taste, taste, Miami you can get a
Taste, taste, Oakland you can get a
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, overseas let bitches 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