Luyện nghe bài hát Vintage

Nigga's say they want beef
came in, strapped up
Lame niggers up
Bullets back up
Better call for
Act
BZ got my back
in
Nigga like a navy
Keep it
I'm up in that field
Like a army man
came from Pakistan
We from Pakistan
Giving bag hands
Treat nigga's like
We all sitting up twenty
And I shit on twenty
is great
And it may
Eat the
I
Take you any day
Never gave a
Cause my up
up
up
Nigger I
With that fucking hating
Fuck

But I'm a lip
Twenty's
Got my money on my
I'm out of
So fly
Need some fucking land to

Agoff Is the man in here
Never a fuck about the next man
Nigger I'm the man
I'm the hit man
Leaning on
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See I
Got a A
Get my all day
my nigger TAZ
Ain't no freak
for two time felon
That's may
on the street
Still just to eat
with me you defeat
Never see me on the
I get hit some get murdered
Get some more
It's that shit
shit
Catch you up I'm as shit
Pull you eyes
Out your
You be feeling
I don't a fuck
some drone
Passed row
Bitches want to fuck more
She off blow
a hoe
She going to me at the party
the
T some in the club
And we not up here to
fuck a bitch
out
Niggers out here mad
Us out you just a fag out, a fag out
you flag out
Bet pink
a drink
Bitch ass
Can't get
Cause his fucking stink
He's on where these at
Nigger the drones at
You fresh bitch
Where your fly fresh at?
You, broke rat
Looking a broke bitch
We going to smoke some weed
We roll up rich
new
Feeling
new
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new
Killer
new

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Hoe new vintage
New hoe
new
Ocean

Ben D
Fen D

Bitches want to me
me
me
Cocaine on my
Yeah she to sniff it up
on his dick girl
Yeah to get it up
you
you
But I never you
Yeah it's a blood
Blood, cuts and raw
young Jesus
Niggers know where's
Add that X on the
Bitch it's
slide you Visa
Yeah I'm like
I'm in the clouds yeah uh
But you see the cloud and the
Sun of Foreman
Good a good a meal
we be swarming
Yeah I'm guy too
Yeah call me Tele
your bitch went
She in
To my
Yeah it's the teeth that
bitch
Meet Boy
We be to know
Soulja, Soulja, Tisa, tat a

I'm his
I'm a her
Yeah, I do shit
Gang
Ocean
What the you want to do?
Bitch sniffing cocaine
goddamn I swag got a space
Man a fucking disgrace
in first place
Young Dre MCM
I got hit
Money in my

in my wallet
Treat you a stocking
Hang you on fucking wall
is what pick up a drone
So I won't pick up her
Every day I ball
And I'm pictures
Of your wall
Young Boy
Met my
fantastic
Fuck your
Dump body
Of in
I'm boy
nothing
I'm on a lama
All day stitching with the drum bro
They don't their drama
Main they ride around with tats on
Gang, Ocean Gang
We'll them
I want to harm them
But I knock his head of his bro
catch an uppercut
Nigger catch a shot
Riding around my
you think it's the east coast
Fucking with the coast
Hit his man girl with the best
Goddamn this Tisa splashing
Gang
Came out the ready for the action
talk that shit
I'm still to get it in
is like a homicide
I'm about my
Twenty two
We ain't shit
Bro we it
Everywhere we hit the
All that fucking cash we
Bitch is
Ocean Gang, Tisa
All up in
Goddamn give me that
I'm Karl Lager Field
Swaging with that fifty
Talking on that ship
Punch you in your lip
Oh god
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