Luyện nghe bài hát Yellow Tape

please, x2
This feel like the whole entire world

[Hook: Lil
Uh, This that tape shit
They running out of it
We just like 8 bricks
We running out of it
This our fucking bitch
Run yo' ass up out of it
This gun with eight clips
Shoot I run out of it
Work, Work, Work, I got it (x3)
I got it (x2)

1: Fat Joe]
This yellow tape shit, me I'm 'bout to go ape shit
Got eight on eight molly's and they about to take eight trips
game, eight trips, got a Houston Rocket from J Prince
She get it poppin, I'm a send her shopping and that ain't even my main
Home invasions, action, smoker Joe, I'm high jacking
Wrote the dope had my dough, I'll be there, Five
Sin City, K.O.D., Thousand all in one's
Versace jacket, Versace shoes, Versace shades, I got a Thousand
you the shit i'll pay your car note
Why you with him? Even his car broke
We rocking Balmain's down to the
Your bitch so thirsty,

Lil Wayne]

[Verse 2: Rocky]
me Joey I'm a bad ass, Harlem world like Baghdad
Come through with a black flag and Supreme Vans, the Half
Bitches on that Pad-ad, Fuck her her fat ass
I get-gets my dick licked, my friends hit (That's trap)
What the you mean, I be sitting clean sipping lean
Alexander Wang, that's the fucking jeans, triple
When I serve the fiends, hit you with the beam chopper
a nigga dead fucking with the team, magazine
Choo-Choo that go, drink slow, my chain gold
Soo-Woop or you Blue, don't get your block yellow taped though
bricks get it shaved off
Yeen' Ho Yeen' know ain't know]
Range Rove or the bank roll, I shoot-shoot then change

Lil Wayne]

[Verse 3: French
You know we loaded with choppers by the Hundred boy
When you talk about work, you niggas unemployed
White work, I got it, work, I got it
Two chains, show your ho, damn right I got it
Just copped eight bricks, just copped about eight whips
work from Saint Nick, your whole stash like eight nicks
Smoke loud and keep it quiet, let that money talk
Get that brown bag and I skate off like I'm Tony
Benz drop my top back, your bitch look, I that
To the South and I pop that
She call you for ride back (Haan)
South we got it, Joe Crack we got it
Black card no limit ho, damn right we it
boy (Joe Crack)

[Hook:Lil