Luyện nghe bài hát Everything Lit

Yeah,


Luv is
Lil Uzi
Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi

Boy, you me
Why is yo so ugly?
My bitch so perfect, she kinda look (yeah)
Come all the way Toronto
All she do is
My stomach problem from all of this
No problems 'cause I'm gettin' money (money)
This shit is crazy, it just for me
I was just home, broke, the dougie
ring, water-flooded
Wrist got cold yellow runnin'
Grab a tissue if it is an (damn)
Usually a pistol
No, I didn't for itty-bitty niggas
I'm from the city with real
Nigga said, Ya' gon' win now
Uzi all these major figures
Getting money, got a major
But I ain't talkin' Barry (yeah)
When I was younger, Keri Hilson
Nigga like Dennis the
Now my money old like Mr. (yeah)
dissing, who you? The records be missing
I fuck with Hit-Boy, I'm be a hitman
Takin' yo ass out of existence
Where is yo hitman? other man got him
Shout out Jodye Flacko, fuck wit' album
Moving pigeons, them birds, they be flockin'
White bitch on my dick, she like a 'Rari
When I get rough, she that like a [?]
She her ass on my dick like a cocktail
I could've your bitch right at L.A
That's how much she with my [?]
I had put some money right in the
Didn't do nothin', was high, it was
But we still talk on the phone
About goin' on that date
She hear my name, on percolate
date if my dick all in her face (woo)
Wait, 4-5, all on my waist (all on my waist)
Wait, why these in the way?
Why do these niggas be
They just be there no office
Most of they're parents be owning they
That both of my pray more than less often
My old bitch always be gaggin' and
My new bitch, she me up so jawless
I want the money, the fame, and the
You know, the white bitch that like iCarly
She my dick like that bitch is a Harley (skrrt)
I just got jewels that was counterfeit (counterfeit)
Clock rounds like my VVS wrist
Everything real, so on watchin' it (watchin' it)
If you me, then you watchin' it (you watchin' it)
My new asked where is the profit for this (profit for this)
Gettin' really ain't no option, bitch (no option)
Watch your mommy and the lie said (oh)
Boy, I swear you did not write the (oh)
Never really was a fan,
Four-door coupe, just like a sandal
We used to for them Lambos
I take my girl to a private
we walk 'round wearin' sandals
My bitch so bad, she a
That's why she me so good
Wake up the pussy and eggs, be scrambled
lit
Everything, everything, lit
Everything lit like a
Ohh, she gave me head some dandruff
Everything, it is so
Love and rage, it is so
and rage, it is so random