Luyện nghe bài hát Young Veterans

1: Don Q]
Back and cross state lines
And I'm ducking the troopers and
whip the coupe like I'm James Bond
And I'm getting head at the same
Popping with the athletes
You can ask John 'bout us nigga
Thumbing through it the doors locked
Don't interrupt me I'm counting, nigga
I was in the trenches when they a nigga
Now a nigga got a fountain, nigga
Yeah, we 5 when we hit the club
With a big 40 for the bouncer,
I'm a different
All these hoes getting picked in
I'ma fuck em all they get to leave
And its Eve when I lift the sleeve
I took a and I'm nodding off it
I'm as fuck before the party started
She said the make her party harder
I took the 'Rari and I Mardi it
I ain't lookin' for a bitch to
I'm on a mission, I got shit to
Too old for the
So for Halloween, I was a Fendi
I bend the corner like I'm in the
And I'm gripping
'Cause them on us
And its in my blood, I got a pimp
You can hit the store, I just hit the (Yeah yeah!)
I'm just rollin' on half a
color as an avatar
Leaning, twisting up my last
Speeding, praying I crash the car

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

2: Don Q]
Two for the shoes now
too much sauce
Gotta the tools 'round
When we 'round
Can't do no
I do it for all of my that's dead
And all of my up north
Percocets chewed up
I got 2 and my jewels on frost
She me Chubby Don
I in the house, she got nothing on
to drown my neck out in Aviani
Next check, comeback and flood the arm
Niggas coming their sob stories
"Don do you got a job for me?"
Man, coming up shit was hard for me
Now they talking when they call for me
I'm not impressed by fit
I just out of fifth
And they asked what the shoes
I put on my bitch
And that's red on her
Yea I'm speaking that talk
We was running the block working
Nigga I can, I can the pot twerk
You can't in the bando
Bitch first
Keep a stash in the
If the search

[Hook: Loso
Fendi, Fendi, I get
Wake up next to the semi
Loaded and the Don
Highbridge to the nine, throw up where you
Keep kinfolks straight
Gotcha baby mama me the one
I ain't running outta
get the paper, stack it on you bums
Codeine my
I get on lean, pop a percocet
Oh yeah, I'm striving for excellence
Young stacking up presidents
Hey, hey
Young stacking up presidents
Hey, hey
Young veterans up presidents