Luyện nghe bài hát Vamonos

Pull up and drop a nigga like a domino,
I'mma tell a bye like adiós, vámonos

[Verse 1: YT
one of these pussy ass niggas wanna
Make a smoke 'em like some marijuana
See the chopper, we can pull the corner
Feel 'em your and got the monkey on 'em
'Fore they turn baby momma to a loner
I stopped sellin' rocks but I a stoner
Never leave it, I'mma keep it on me
Throw (?) and leave you lonely
Bitch pussy wet it's Aquifina
I'mma the pussy, Ike and Tina
All I know is racks Sabrina
Leave for the white bitch, French and
Niggas say that we we're beefin', so I'm dinner
Pretty pussy poppin' paint a picture
I pull and it, pass it fly as caterpillar
you ain't gettin' money, you ain't (?) witcha
I've been tryna get a rollin' Rova like a polly
Down to my last (?) jugg don't type
Put a bad on the molly, holy mollie
Put a chopper in the trunk, drive a truck we loaded
Workin' like a Mexican, I'm gettin' for it
Finna pull a robbery, just bought a for it
Talk street nigga sense, a class for it
And I'll get to a if he ask for it

Pull up and drop a nigga like a domino,
tell a nigga bye like adiós, vámonos
Why you on the phone, bitch?
Ain't no talkin' on the phone,
Ain't no on the phone, bitch
Ain't no talkin' on the phone,
up and drop a nigga like a domino, vámonos
I'mma tell a bye like adiós, vámonos

2: Rick Ross]
Four carbonators in the
up sideways, two six in the trunk
That's how my little woe
Hit finger licking, got a ho on the north
Black in the bando
Nigga ready to ride, out like Rambo
Red in the Lambo
Gettin' money so you know heard I keep heavy ammo
RIP out the (?)
No shirt, blowin' dope, they me a hassle
If ya got it, snatch you
Talkin' check fuckboy, so I think it's to cash you
Haters thought it was a
Til I blow racks 30 minutes up at (?)
Broke nigga better check
Ice on, even put Gold on a Tec 9

[Verse 3: Lil
Get the out the envelope, count it on the ironin' board
That's a blow, he comatose
over him, blaow, now he ghost
Get the drank in the double cup, tryna drink it while it's
Ballin' since 94, feelin' like a pot of
jump like Geronimo
My pussy taste like Häagen-Dazs
Ride and die, you get buried like
Time to go, you got to go it's your time to go
I catch you like a common cold, down the road
I got a ho, got a ho, that got a lot of hoes
I rob a store, a n' go, I even rob the poor
My stomach hurtin', palms itchin' with a snotty
Comin' through your curtains, guns spittin' aimin' and low
how it go, I need a fix, a nigga diagnose
I need to fix fuckin' sickness before I explode
My momma the streets wicked, I said ma I know
And only thing pops said was how I owe
And cops givin' tickets just for drivin' slow
tell its the codeine, I say "how you know?"
A with the green, I ain't jolly though
It's YM , my team, nigga, vámonos