Luyện nghe bài hát Theraflu (remix)

Say Can a n*gga get money anymore?
Tell them my dreads is hanging on the floor.
And I got a bad chick I met on tour tellin' me she love me and I even know her.
Young King my dad died and left with the throne.
And I'm spittin' bullets right they done me with the crone.
Push magnum to the "T"
I ain't signed with good doe.
I be pulling n*gga I got that acoustic flow.
I guess they my coat, cause my style they tryna jacket.
Talking rappers, don't put me in that bracket.
Make girl parallel park it. Back it.
with a dollar now Imma bout to rack it.
Think you know my life?
You ain't gotta clux.
Money inside my slacks
I call a suit tux.
Dropped one mixtape, really do much.
Dropped right back on em' like "boy you too much"
a young n*gga get money anymore?
Tell them Marley's my dreads is hanging on the
And I gotta bad chick I met on tour me she love me and I don't even know her
And the whole industry listen to what I said
Only i got respect for is dead.
Rappers be steady this really getting habitual
Ain't even curse but on the mic I spit the ritual
L.V. shades you can't see my visual
She expecting me to miss her, I just leave her
a underdog but I got on overpriced shoes
Was a boy in the hood, now my wrist Ice
Israelitin' up
I got on some nice
Chain up
I got on some nice
Don't about lyrics, cause I'll embarrass you.
If you ain't get my last bar then you terrible
ill
Am I Yes
I put a girl in a fancy dress
Take her anywhere her man suggest
With that being let me ask this ques
Aye
Can a young n*gga get anymore?
Tell them Marley's my dreads is hanging on the
And I gotta bad chick I met on tellin' me she love Aye, Aye
Aye you lyrics, my n*gga I will embarrass you
Promise I will embarrass you
bout swag my n*gga I will embarrass you
Talking bout this rapping ish man I will you.
I'm too fly get the
Too fly get the..