Luyện nghe bài hát HELL-O

Got a bad bitch and she sticky
gelato and I'm blowing 50
If you pull it on me, then you kill me
Kamikaze, niggas with me
Know I'm scummy, I'm skinny
Them big pockets counting
Ain't no money you lend me
Bonnie, Clyde, Bobby,
From the first of first, you I hold it down
Log it in, the word around
Wedding cake, terps like now
I'm moving on, they say I'm now
Call investigation, this a
Deem it certain, screaming red
Most you suckers gotta it work
Just where you heard it first
Problematic shit get
Fucking cowards, they don't no static
I'm from the towers, Flatbush full of
up selling sour, making thousands
Came up selling sour, thousands
Came up selling sour, thousands

Fleezus Christ, don't say my name in
Fire, brimstone, acid
Watch me turn the crowd into a scene
pit, then I'm Moses, part the sea
Acid, acid, acid, acid, yah
I think I'm back up on them drugs
Acid, acid, acid, acid, yah
I think I'm back up on them drugs

I see the 12
I want to see the cell
You won't see me in some
and reckless, what the moon is
Fix yourself up nigga, you doing?
Patrick
Keep these blocked, you hear the shots
I'm not just saying Pac to relatable and the shaded ones

Man fuck that (*mumbles*) that rap
that skully low rumble rap
I'll do 50
If the police find what's my duffle bag
Moma named me Trouble Man
Got shrooms, I ain't truffles and
Got sheets, I talking slumbers and
Rat-tat-tat, slide up in your
Kramer, in through your window like Bruh Man
Now the in my head like I'm Harley Quinn
Zombie Gang, my accomplishments
Meechy Dark, still not the father bitch

Keeping in the shoe box
Straight pop a few thots
Father niggas, Big
Billups, I'm a big shot
Red alert, get your popped
Avianne for the big
Flatbush Zombies got this locked
Mad Max in the