Luyện nghe bài hát Taste

D.A

[Verse 1:
on a pimp game with my pinky rang
Lotta gang, lotta bitches, and a icy
Why you claim you rich? That's a false claim
I be straight to the whip, no claim
Whole lotta styles, can't 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 like a boss, I lift the hand
3 cash, call me rain man
Money like a shower, that's my dance
And we all in black, it's Gangland
Say the wrong word, you be
Watch me stick to your bitch like a tan
Aw, Mr. Kind Of Car He In?'
In the love 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 love the
that's cool but he ain't like me

[Verse 2:
Lotta girls like me, niggas wanna me
Nigga get yo ass like a fuckin' Nike
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 Gucci the ice cream
And my bitch want the Fenty, not the
I'm the black JB the way bitches scream
Make these bitches
little thing
Like my A.E, say, yadadamean

[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 the taste?
Yeah that's

3: Offset]
(Offset)
Yeah, I'ma put the on the plate (drip, drip)
ice glacier, niggas imitate (ice, ice)
Aye, aye feed me grapes Maybach the drac' (grape)
Slow in the Wraith, got this shit from bae
Diamonds up to par, the cookie hittin' (hard)
The Rari sit in park, I'm at it, on (Mars)
Shotgun shells, we gon' always hit the (blaow)
Popcorn shell poppin' 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 me company and never want depart me (no)
(Depart me) Yeah, in the parking lot (skrt, skrt)
I don't kick it with these 'cause they talk about ya
And I got the fire, make me spark it out ya
Keep it in my back pocket like a wallet
Like the way she it, suck it like a Jolly (whoa)
Stack it up and put it the whole project (racks)
And she got the Patek on water
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 love the
Yeah, that's cool, but he ain't me

[Outro:
Taste, taste, LA you can get a
Taste, taste, you can get a taste
Taste, taste, Oakland you can get a
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 the taste?
Taste, taste, worldwide gon' get a taste