Luyện nghe bài hát Taste & See (Live)

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

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

I be rockin' it like it's out the pan
Only when I'm takin' pics, I'm the
Walk, talk it like a boss, I just lift the
million cash, call me rain man

Money like a shower, my rain dance
And we all in black, it's gangland
Say the wrong word, you be
Watch me to your bitch like a spray 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, what a nigga say
all the same, like Mary-Kate
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
Lotta girls like me, niggas fight me
Nigga get yo ass checked like a fuckin'

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 Gucci with the ice

And my bitch the Fenty, not the Maybelline
I'm the black JB the way these scream
Make these scream
Pretty little

Like my nigga A.E, say,
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, what a nigga 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
Yeah, put the drip on the plate (drip, drip)
ice-glazed, niggas imitate (ice, ice)
Aye, aye feed me grapes Maybach the drac' (grape)

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

She wanna keep me company and never want me (no)
(Depart me) Yeah, in the parking lot (skrt, skrt)
I don't kick it these niggas 'cause they talk about 'cha
And I got the fire, don't make me spark it out

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

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 love the

Yeah, that's cool, but he ain't 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 the taste?
Taste, taste, Chi-Town you can get a
Taste, taste, you can get a taste
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, they gon' get a taste.