Luyện nghe bài hát Inkredible Remix

[Thugga - 1]
I pop some
Then I pop some
back, strapped, cocked
Plotting on your man
a nigga for his work
And stretch it like Spandex
He hesitate, I and leave him
Like a Tampex oops, I a Tampax
Bitch, I keep that
I can get man wacked, for a couple Tan packs
Shoot off your lap
Nigga, I demand
I ain't playing,
Bitch, I be spraying

All of guns with accessories
I'm Cosby for the bills
I need like Stephanie
P-ssy niggas stand next to me
I've got and ecstasy
em floating like both of the levees breached
80s baby but my soul the 70s
Worldwide game a travelled the 7 seas
ain't OG, scary lil bitch, please
Tune ate in the can: Frisky

Dizzy]
I got 10 up on my pinky ring and 20 on my
Now these niggas kissing ass, but can't say shit
I'm just here to separate the real from the fake
I told you, I was n I'm sorry for the wait
I get this money
Mane, right here in my face
I got the on my back
I wanna be up in that place
My mom me to be safe
I just keep running in these
I can't stop with these hoes
But I say I'm just me
Bitch, I'm a 9th nigga
street, D&G
That Flordia right by the D need to free my nigga B
I ain't the of person to be running from no beef
Those f-cking guns are gonna be
Somebody knocked off feet
So your f-cking mouth
Before you end up on that and stop
Acting like you're hard
You know you've a ho
I you out the gate I'm not the fake
I say it, please excuse
forgot I'm all Dizzy by the way

Money bitches, bitch I'm coming for the check
Vampire living, I'm coming for your neck
Raw! I'm sharp, my swagger an X
I'm a monster
I rap I'm possessed
Call me Mr. Smoking, smoke it in a paper
The game is a bitch, hold her down and her
Yes I am a Blood but I be with my skaters
We probably flavors bumping Tyler the Creator
I'm a Eastside native, all my niggas Soo
They went crazy when heard I had a song
Lil Tunechi, bitch!
Get some ice and pour my
And light my and my doobies
F-ck producer
I'm the one that be producing my
I'm a hippie by a lot of pot
Pot is in me
Drop ya like an
Sleeping on me like I'm with a blanket
Kill a nigga have him that he planking

[Lil
All-red plaid shirt, ass jeans on
Them goons at your front door, choppers "ding dong!"
I change the game and put my motherf-cking team on
Now let my ring
"Baka!" is my
F-ck you ho-ass niggas, I get money and get over
We hold court with heaters
"Pop!" open/closed
Looking for a bitch to hop up on my totem
And my be stupid-fat, double-stuffed Oreos
I get til I motherf-cking overload
Been rapping, flows still tight aerobic's clothes
Ask them bitches, I em hoes
They back it up like Sunnydrive and Bronx closure tho
Lighter in my pocket, the sky rocket
em hammers out and run them nigga's like Stocktons
Got some niggas my city
Thugga, Dizzy,
4 the Wait, coming soon, Carter IV, beyotch!