Luyện nghe bài hát Finesse

Feelin' good, man I'm feelin'
and then I juug
Feelin' good, man I'm good
Finesse and I juug
In my hood, up in my hood
Nigga I you would
Feelin' good, I'm feelin' good
Finesse and I juug

Finesse,
Finesse,
Finesse,
Finesse,
Finesse and I juug

We got them of the yay
We got that shit you don't
We get them package of
I got shit from the Bay
I some Crips in L.A
I know some Bloods out in
I got my on the way
She got a on the way
I got some niggas, they put them in the K
I got chicks in the A
You took a trip to
You get a drop, you get that for a day
I get shit 'cause I want it
I'm in that shit gettin'
I'm in that shit me
Let your new get up on it
I do not care warrants
I told my lawyer to it
Any that they throw
I my lawyer to clean it

I the bricks and the commas
I want some and some more
I got bricks and the commas
I want galore and
I am not 'bout Lyra

I fell in love the mirror
Damages, at my hair
I your bitch in the Leer
fingers in her rear
Make pussy disappear, yeah, yeah
I dropped a 4 in a 20 and
NYC all the way down to
I rock your bitch like a Gucci
I'm feelin' myself like Tony Montana
I the caine, nah, Tony Montana
I got the gun
I got the hammer, I'll put my in your grandma
ask me why I call you son
I cannot fuck her, I'm on money
on 20s and 50s and hundreds
Finessin' the plug, we take off and we're
I can have a rich homie, you that we stuntin'
I want that so they callin' me Kermit
Man that boo got me hot, man I feel I'm burnin'
I beat that lil' pussy Ike, call me Turner
So get that G string like I just pulled a

Finesse,
Finesse,
Finesse,

Real nigga, fuck for on the reg, nigga
'em in, rollin' 6s, Durant, nigga
I fell in love them killers, them niggas, they dead niggas
Feel it, back on that alley, fuck with Durant, nigga
Me and A$AP, Jimmy, Jimmy, a head, nigga
Feelin' up, killin' nigga for some bread, nigga
talkin', man I'm finna hit 'em with the lead, nigga
Told him, "Kill him 'cause we heard him to the Feds, nigga"
Whole block full of Bloods, fuckin' them red niggas
Get caught when you come up short with the bread
We head hitters
I'm coke dealer
more figures
You broke nigga
have called a nigga G-Unit 'cause we guerrillas
Bitches wanna give me neck 'cause we more skrilla
And more skrilla, and more
Fuckin' gold diggers, more bigger
we all winners

Feelin' good, man I'm good
and then I juug
Feelin' good, man I'm good
and then I juug
In my hood, up in my hood
I wish you would
Feelin' good, man I'm good
Finesse and I juug

Finesse,
Finesse,
Finesse,
Finesse,
Finesse and then I