Luyện nghe bài hát The Crawl

Where we were, thing, betcha crawl, all alone

Who am I?
Rec League, I ain't payin' to
Y'all B-string like a broke
And I still put it down like the dog
Yeah, I some, I murder one
it all, Ferguson
We ain't gotta sing the old love song
Cut a white with the same black gloves on
Yeah you saying to it?
Old money look new go do it
Make 'em turn around in their lane like a
And I'm only looking if I'm looking at her booty
(At her Booty)
the rationale?
They smoke a niggas when they Black & Mild
So we out
Ok

Where we were, kinda thing, betcha crawl, all

Blue dream by the bouquet 'til I'm blue faced on a
(Can I some?)

Put a plus eighteen on e-vite
And I what I felt, no re-write
Nah nah, they hold me
June/July, drop
I dare you, I'm Marc Summers
I scorch winters, I burn
Gut niggas, so Kurt
Varner, got a crush on her
I gotta wait in line for
nobody got time for that
Ain't nobody rhyme with that
Too true 2 Chainz
Blue Blood he both gangs

Where we were, kinda thing, crawl, all alone