Luyện nghe bài hát Taste & See (Live)

Slide on a pimp game my pinky ring
gang, lotta bitches, and a icy chain
Why you claim that you

That's a false
I be straight to the whip, no baggage
Whole lotta styles, even pronounce the name
You don't even got no style, see you on my

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 lift the hand
Three million cash, call me man

Money like a shower, that's my dance
And we all in black, it's gangland
Say the word, you be hangman
me stick to your bitch like a spray tan

Aw, Mr. 'What Of Car You In?'
In the city love my name, I ain't gotta say it
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
Yeah that's cool but he like me
girls like me, niggas wanna fight me
Nigga get yo ass like a fuckin' Nike

Me not icey, unlikely
And she suck 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 black JB the way these bitches
Make bitches scream
little thing

Like my A.E, say, yadadamean
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, fuck what a say

It's all the same, Mary-Kate
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, let you get a
Taste, taste, do you the taste?

that's cool
Yeah, put the drip on the plate (drip, drip)
Diamond ice-glazed, niggas (ice, ice)
Aye, aye feed me Maybach with the drac' (grape)

Slow pace in the Wraith, got this shit bae
Diamonds up to par, the hittin' hard (hard)
The Rari sit in park, I'm at it, on (Mars)
Shotgun shells, we gon' hit the target (blaow)

Popcorn bitch 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 keep 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 'cause they talk about
And I got the fire, make me spark it out 'cha

it in my back pocket like it's a wallet
Like the way she suck it, it like a Jolly (whoa)
Stack it up and put it with the whole (racks)
And she got the Patek on water

I'm in real life, I get that profit, copy
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, let you get a
Taste, taste, do you the taste?

Yeah, cool, but he ain't like me
Taste, taste, LA you can get a
Taste, taste, you can get a taste
Taste, taste, you can get a taste

Taste, taste, New York do you love the
Taste, taste, Chi-Town you can get a
Taste, taste, you can get a taste
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, they gon' get a taste.