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 straight to the whip, no baggage
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 just lift the
3 cash, call me rain man
Money like a shower, my rain 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 love my name, nigga I ain't say it

Tyga]
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 that's cool but he like me

[Verse 2:
Lotta girls me, niggas wanna fight me
get yo ass checked like a fuckin' Nike
Me not icey, unlikely
And she suck me like a fuckin' Hi-C
Aw, chains on the neck for the team
And I feel like Gucci the ice cream
And my bitch the Fenty, not the Maybelline
I'm the black JB the way bitches scream
these bitches scream
Pretty thing
Like my nigga A.E, say,

[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 Maybach the drac' (grape)
Slow pace in the Wraith, got shit from bae
up to par, the cookie hittin' hard (hard)
The Rari sit in park, I'm at it, on (Mars)
shells, we gon' always hit the target (blaow)
Popcorn bitch shell out the cartridge (pop it)
3400 Nawfside, Charles
4-8-8,
Make her get on top of me and ride me a Harley
She wanna keep me and never want depart me (no)
(Depart me) Yeah, in the parking lot (skrt, skrt)
I don't kick it with these niggas they talk about ya
And I got the fire, make me spark it out ya
Keep it in my back pocket 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 moccasin
I'm rich in real life, I get 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, you can get a taste
Taste, taste, you can get a taste
Taste, taste, New do you love the taste?
Taste, taste, you can get a taste
Taste, taste, you can get a taste
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, worldwide they get a taste