Luyện nghe bài hát Try Me

[Hook 1 - Young
I'm on molly, I'm on molly
I'm on molly, I'm on muthafuckin'
Three hoes, let's a trolly, have a fuckin' trolly
I wanna have a trolly, have a fuckin'
Have a trolly, let's have a trolly molly
a trolly, let's just have a trolly molly
I'm on molly, have a trolly
Trolly, have a molly

[Verse 1 - Trae Tha
I got shooters on the block
Yea they somewhere on they
I got the on standby
I light they even coming out the pulpit
Yeah, Truth pull up in that thing
Four choppas and the trunk full of white
If it ain't ten or better, I be out your price
For the money, get shot like a dice
When I to get to this bitch
Tell her I not keep her, just give me some nice brains
I cannot lie, this head is so stupid
who the fuck gave her this nice brain
Still the nigga, remember that
I'm in this foreign, no ceiling, I [?] that
I'm talking snow but I ain't talking December at
I'm in the kitchen where they it up and send it back
Flyer birds, they get flown
I will not get off my
When it to these streets I am king
Get the out my home
Yeah I'm the shit, I'm the shit you can't finish
Nigga [?], I'm knock him out his tennis
I was born to be a G, better take a in this
Got diamonds in my grill, I ain't never seen a
I'm an asshole bitch, and my gon rock out
I real niggas, no one can top out
I send my youngins to your block, hop out
And snap the out a fuck nigga, no cop out.

[Hook 2 - Young
I got shooters if you try me, if you try me
Pussy nigga try me, come on, try me
I run Texas, bitches and try me
Take your nigga, come and buy it
Back, rat a tat tat
black back, rat a tat tat
Hey, I got bodies, I got bodies they tried to try me
I got bodies, I got bodies cause tried to try me

[Verse 2 - Young
Got shooters in the
They me like commando
Add ya bitch to the
And she know how to put grams in her A
Imma, talk to you when the closed
And before I let Imma lay low
I pour lean in OJ, no
Imma drink that lil' like Faygo
I'm in Mexico with my plug gettin' them pesos by the
I'm in Dominican with my doing everything I say so
Trae Tha pulling up, whoo!
Keep that, bitching like whoo!
I freaked that, whole I won't tell
No one check, a secret
Your bitch when a nigga ride by
She smelled the money on me, I can't disguise
I myself, so Texan don't try
behind me, don't text and drive
Crocodile isle nigga, look like a gator
Leave em the balls while I keep it with the Pacers
Cooking with no hands, like I use a baker
I'm in that like a naval