Luyện nghe bài hát Taste & See (Live)

Slide on a pimp with my pinky ring
Lotta gang, bitches, and a icy chain
Why you claim you rich?

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

I be it like it's fresh out the pan
when I'm takin' pics, I'm the middleman
Walk, it like a boss, I just lift the hand
Three million cash, me rain man

Money like a shower, my rain dance
And we all in black, like it's
Say the wrong word, you be
Watch me stick to your bitch like a tan

Aw, Mr. 'What Kind Of Car You
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
all the same, like Mary-Kate
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, let you get a

Taste, taste, do you the taste?
that's cool but he ain't like me
Lotta girls me, niggas wanna fight me
Nigga get yo ass checked like a fuckin'

Me not icey, unlikely
And she gon' suck me like a 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 JB the way these bitches scream
Make these bitches
Pretty little

my nigga A.E, say, yadadamean
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, fuck a nigga 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, I'ma put the drip on the (drip, drip)
Diamond ice-glazed, niggas (ice, ice)
Aye, aye me grapes Maybach with the drac' (grape)

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

Popcorn shell poppin' out the cartridge (pop it)
Nawfside, Charles Barkley
4-8-8,
Make her get on top of me and ride me a Harley

She wanna keep me company and want depart me (no)
(Depart me) Yeah, fishtail in the lot (skrt, skrt)
I kick it with these niggas 'cause they talk about 'cha
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 it, suck it like a Jolly (whoa)
Stack it up and put it with the project (racks)
And she got the on water moccasin

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

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, you can get a taste
Taste, taste, Houston you can get a
Taste, taste, you can get a taste

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.