Luyện nghe bài hát Telephone Calls

Brr, brr, brr, brr
Ring, ring, ring, man
Who

Telephone call from young Carti, said lit
Call the Lord, A$AP Bari, he legit
Money clean, young boy, Ian Connor off the (Young Lord)
Fuckin' them boys out of Harlem or the six
is Gosha, man I pay for pussy? No sir
Ridin' coaster, roller coaster,

I got money
I'ma bag your bitch, buy your bitch
(I got bags, turn up, turn up)
I'ma this shit, I'ma cash this shit
(I got money bags, turn up, up)
Cash Carti, bitch, Cash Carti,
(Carti, Carti)
You can have this shit, you can have this
(What you want, yo?)

Godfather rap, plaits to the back
James Brown swag, Papa's got a bag
And I don't how to act
On or off the record, go axe
back up on the map
True New York will knock the out you Jacks
Pop your cap, pop facts
Gucci and Dior biddin'
Who order a before they hit the floors
Not even you see overseas in stores
Who else with me? I you seen the force
I'm in Gibral', I been the
Holy tabernacle, missiles snap your favorite
Greedy for the fat guy's
Killin' even though black lives matter
Weak stomach, flow make 'em up
stones, I'm your stepfather
Tell Tyler, better his flow up
Mix the pour up the Pepsi Cola
Nextel or the
Young nigga prolly grow up
Post man the telephone, uh

Brr, brr, brr, brr
Ring, ring, ring, man
Who

Fuck Taco, fuck with Jasper
Fuck with Lionel, man that is gon' get sketchy
Shirt is striped, my shorts are
My Vans are Vans 'cause does not fuck with Giuseppe
Fuck the Gucci, the Raf
And fuck the swag and all that shit they wearin'
Fuck the Rolls and fuck the
Fuck the Lambo, Tyler ride McLaren
think they really on because they trappin'
Made about 30 thousand
the party, threw the carnival
Attendance this was like 30 thousand
Shoppin', ballin', fire diamonds shinin'
Make sure my glistenin'
Make the shit, I wear the
They cop the shit, Golf you bitch, you niggas trippin'
I'm a businessman, you ain't never the man
Make a tax bracket chain like you seen my home?
Crib got a court
Get my and Serena on
in this bitch, better ring the doctor
Ambulance when I hit the scene
That boy flier a bag of bees
I got my flowers, life's a
Diamond, fingers size of a
He's a genius, have you heard the
a winner, no not a loser
Fuck passin' blunts, pass my niggas
Goddamn, I'm hot, man, I'm not to freeze
January, Hawaiian
Boy this weather ain't got a on me
Where's the mirror? I'm that
ain't got much shit on me
'Cause I'm a master, I hit my own
To be like, "Y'all boys, my nigga"
Fuck that, Golf, bitch

it for Yams, ayy, ayy
I to do it for the grams, ayy, ayy
That's way before Instagram, ayy, ayy
I used to it for your mans
Postman! Who's
Walk, Gleesh,
Walk, Gleesh, walk
Walk, walk, walk Gleesh,
Walk, walk, walk, walk,
Walk, walk, walk, walk,
Walk, walk, walk, walk,
Walk, walk, walk, walk,
Walk, walk, walk, walk,
Walk, walk, walk, walk,
Walk, walk, walk, walk,