Luyện nghe bài hát Young Veterans

1: Don Q]
Back and forth state lines
And I'm the troopers and K-9's
I'ma whip the coupe like I'm James
And I'm getting at the same time
bottles with the athletes
You can ask John Wall 'bout us
Thumbing it with the doors locked
Don't interrupt me I'm counting, nigga
I was in the when they found a nigga
Now a nigga got a fountain, nigga
Yeah, we 5 when we hit the club
a big 40 for the bouncer, nigga
I'm a breed
All these hoes picked in threes
I'ma fuck em all they get to leave
And its Christmas Eve when I the sleeve
I took a dose and I'm off it
I'm high as fuck before the started
She said the molly make her harder
I took the and I Mardi Gras'd it
I lookin' for a bitch to sponsor
I'm on a mission, I got shit to
Too old for the
So for Halloween, I was a monster
I bend the corner like I'm in the
And I'm gripping
'Cause niggas on us
And its in my blood, I got a persona
You can hit the store, I hit the owner (Yeah yeah!)
I'm rollin' on half a star
Same as an avatar
Leaning, twisting up my cigar
Speeding, praying I don't the car

[Hook: Loaded]
Fendi, Fendi, I get
Wake up next to the semi
Loaded and the Don
Highbridge to the nine, throw up where you
Keep your straight
Gotcha baby mama me the one
I ain't outta funds
I'ma get the paper, stack it on you

2: Don Q]
Two thou for the now
too much sauce
Gotta keep the tools
we move 'round
Can't do no
I do it for all of my niggas dead
And all of my goons up
gettin' chewed up
I got 2 cups and my on frost
She me Chubby Don
I in the house, she got nothing on
'Bout to drown my neck out in
Next check, comeback and flood the arm
coming with their sob stories
"Don do you got a job for me?"
Man, coming up this shit was for me
Now they talking thousands they call for me
I'm not impressed by fit
I just out of fifth
And they what the shoes cost
I put Chanel on my
And red on her kick
Yea I'm speaking that talk
We was running through the block
Nigga I can, I can the pot twerk
You can't walk in the
Bitch knock
a stash in the floor
If the cops

Loso Loaded]
Fendi, Fendi, I get
up right next to the semi
Loso and the Don
Highbridge to the nine, throw up you from
your kinfolks straight
Gotcha baby mama me the one
I ain't running outta
I'ma get the paper, stack it on you
my medicine
I get on lean, pop a percocet
Oh yeah, I'm just for excellence
Young veterans stacking up
Hey, hey
Young veterans stacking up
Hey, hey
Young stacking up presidents