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 have a trolly, have a trolly
I wanna have a trolly, have a trolly
Have a trolly, just have a trolly molly
Have a trolly, let's have a trolly molly
I'm on molly, have a fuckin'
Trolly, have a fuckin'

[Verse 1 - Trae Tha
I got shooters on the block
Yea they somewhere on bullshit
I got the on standby
I green light even coming out the pulpit
Yeah, Truth up in that white thing
Four choppas and the trunk full of white
If it ain't ten or better, I be out price range
For the money, get shot like a game
When I finished to get to this
Tell her I will not keep her, give me some nice brains
I cannot lie, bitch's 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 talking where December at
I'm in the where they whip it up and send it back
than birds, they get flown
I not get off my throne
it come to these streets I am king
Get the out my home
Yeah I'm with the shit, I'm the 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 never seen a dentist
I'm an bitch, and my team gon rock out
I represent niggas, no one can top out
I send my youngins to your block, hop out
And the shit 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, on, fucking try me
I run Texas, bitches and try me
Take your necklace nigga, 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 they to try me

[Verse 2 - Thug]
Got in the bando
They salute me like
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 lil' bitch like Faygo
I'm in Mexico with my gettin' them pesos by the caseloads
I'm in Dominican my hoes doing everything I say so
Trae Tha Truth up, whoo!
Keep that, nigga bitching whoo!
I freaked that, whole I won't tell
No one check, that's a
Your bitch waiting a nigga ride by
She smelled the money on me, I can't disguise
I feel myself, so Texan try
Po-po's behind me, don't text and
isle nigga, shoes look like a gator
Leave em the balls while I keep it with the Pacers
Cooking no hands, like I usually use a baker
I'm in that stomach a naval