Luyện nghe bài hát White Sand

[Chorus: Travis & Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, white color sand (yeah), frost in my hand, (yeah)
Lost it again, yeah (it's lit), ghost, Phantom (oh yeah)
Dipped in a trance, yeah (alright), ten in the van,
make her leap, yeah, shh, not a squeak (straight up)

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign & Big
Coupe outside (outside), she say let me
Bust down Rollie the ice (ice)
'round the city with a pipe
Wrist (frozen)
Blessed, I I'm chosen (chosen)
Hit a from Oakland
In my old school
(oh yeah)
Crash the (oh yeah)
I was gettin' (woah)
She was it (woah)
Caught an Uber to the dealership (swerve swerve swerve)
out on some new shit (woah, look)

[Verse 2: Big
Bitch, I surround myself all this loyalty
Swear to God I'm the one, my girl just propose to me (I swear)
A clique of CEO's (O's), none of us got a degree (no, no)
Made it from the underground, now back tryna bury me (bury me)
I lean, I (woah), with Quay (woah), and Take (God)
I give and hardly take, you level up, I
Bitch you a culture (what?), (woah), poser (woah)
Hungry for exposure, I'm with my Migos soldiers,

Travis Scott & Quavo]
White sand, yeah (yeah), frost in my hand, yeah
Lost it again, yeah, ghost, Danny (it's lit)
in a trance, yeah (alright), ten in the van, yeah
Mars make her leap, yeah, shh, not a (straight up)
Drank color pink, dirty bags, wash it (clean, yeah)
Coupe got (coupe got)
Posted up kings (coupe got wings)
On the top like (on top)
no games, no 2K (no 2K)
Crap game in the flame (crap)
out the coupe like Bruce Wayne (skrrt skrrt)

[Verse 3:
up the curtains to the Mulsane (hey)
Pavé my set and Blu-ray (pavé)
Run to the bag like (bag)
When I lay my down, got two K's (baow)
Ferrari in Miami (Ferrrari)
I paid one twenty for Philippe (Philippe)
I took her soul for keeps, (soul)
to back Rolls like Meech (Meech)
I my balance, the cash I'ma double up (bag)
P-90, two-three with the monkey (brrt)
When I look at my wrist a hockey puck (woo)
I get with a bitch I'ma pipe her up (hey)
Pour that on that ice (lean)
Leaving my covered in ice (dream)
Wedding band rings, ain't no
Tryna get the demons out of my (woo)

4: Takeoff]
Nigga we hiding we straight (nope)
I'm talking big plate with steak (steak)
Niggas be out 'cause they scoping (watchin')
Geeked off of Adderall, all focused (acid)
on Tylenol, having codeine withdrawls
A nigga must got to be (joking)
Don't want the pack, it ain't (uh)
Look at wrist, water came from the (ice)
I'm laughing, lacking (no)
Everlasting, work like gymnastics (flippin' it)
Wrapping it up in the (wrappin' it)
Smoking it up in the (ashes)
Looking and watching which ass is gon' be the (asses)
I pick the bitch up and it
2018 we don't pass, we it

[Chorus: Scott & Quavo]
Yeah, white color sand, (yeah), frost in my hand, yeah
Lost it again, yeah, ghost, Danny (it's lit)
Dipped in a trance, (alright), ten in the van, yeah
Mars make her leap, yeah, shh, not a (straight up)
Drank pink, dirty bags, wash it clean (clean, yeah)
got wings (coupe got)
Posted up kings (coupe got wings)
On the top like (on top)
no games, no 2K (no 2K)
Crap game in the flame (crap)
out the coupe like Bruce Wayne (skrrt skrrt)