Luyện nghe bài hát Taste

D.A

[Verse 1:
Slide on a game with my pinky rang
Lotta gang, bitches, and a icy chain
Why you claim you rich? That's a false claim
I be to the whip, no baggage claim
Whole lotta styles, can't even 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 takin' pics, I'm the
Walk, talk it like a boss, I lift the hand
3 million cash, me rain man
Money like a shower, my rain dance
And we all in black, like Gangland
Say the wrong word, you be
me stick 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 what a 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 but he ain't like me

2: Tyga]
Lotta like me, niggas wanna fight me
Nigga get yo ass checked like a Nike
Me not icey, that's
And she gon' me like a fuckin' Hi-C
Aw, chains on the neck for the whole
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
these bitches scream
Pretty little
my nigga A.E, say, yadadamean

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

3: Offset]
(Offset)
Yeah, put the drip 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 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 shell out the cartridge (pop it)
Nawfside, Charles Barkley
4-8-8,
her get on top of me and ride me like a Harley
She wanna keep me company and want depart me (no)
(Depart me) Yeah, fishtail in the lot (skrt, skrt)
I don't kick it these niggas '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 suck it, suck it a Jolly (whoa)
Stack it up and put it with the project (racks)
And she got the Patek on moccasin
I'm rich in life, I get that profit, copy

Tyga]
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, let you get a
Taste, taste, do you the taste?
Yeah, that's cool, but he ain't 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 do you love 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, let them bitches taste
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, do you love the
Taste, taste, worldwide they get a taste