Luyện nghe bài hát Theraflu (remix)

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