Luyện nghe bài hát Walking Dead

[Hook: Warhol.ss & Dex]
Walking through the
Money in my
30 in my
Hollows in rocket
Smokin' I'm weezin'
Ball out season
Count more my teachers
for features
6k for my
My pockets empty
Lil boy, come near me
Shooters, they crazy, doin' out the Bentley
Sippin' but wop
in my sock
Write name on the Glock
We kick in door, never talk to the cops

1: Warhol.ss]
These phony and fake
That boy gon' talk to the
Eat all my shrimp with the
Take all his off his plate
These niggas don't know the
up and pop out his top
Blowin' this out the roof
Run up slide and finish the lot

[Verse 2: Dex & Warhol.ss]
lil' boy don't want war
Tell me all is his fuss about
Them boys just snatched his
Caught the man in the parking lot
40 on me it go
I his bitch in a room
it go zoom
Born in the Chi, boy, I came the zoo
They we came from the zoo
30 on me, I aim it at you
on glue
My bitch from
Lackin', end up on the
Hit that boy the tool
on me feelin' cool
Hundred bitches in the
Hundred bitches in the
They sniffin' that coke, man they thinkin' it's
They get so high, the moon
it up, I'm so rude
Twenty-five for some
my pocket, Margiela my shoes
I this boy wanna be me
so cold, I got AC, yeah

[Hook: Warhol.ss & Famous
through the trenches
Money in my
30 in my
Hollows in rocket
Smokin' till I'm
out every season
Count more than my
100k for
6k for my
My pockets never
Lil boy, come near me
Shooters, they crazy, hits out the Bentley
none' but wop
Dope in my
your name on the Glock
We in your door, never talk to the cops