Luyện nghe bài hát Inkredible Remix

[Thugga - 1]
I pop some
I pop some Xanax
Sitting back, strapped,
on your man next
Jack a for his work
And stretch it like Spandex
He hesitate, I and leave him
Like a Tampex oops, I a Tampax
Bitch, I that anthrax
I can get man wacked, for a couple Tan packs
off your Sedan lap
Nigga, I stacks
I playing, black
Bitch, I be spraying

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

[Raw
I got 10 up on my pinky and 20 on my bracelet
Now niggas kissing ass, but they can't say shit
I'm just here to separate the from the fake shit
I told you, I was n I'm sorry for the wait
I get this money
Mane, it's right here in my
I got the on my back
I don't wanna be up in that
My mom tell me to be
I just keep running in these
I stop f-ckin with these hoes
But I say I'm just me
Bitch, I'm a 9th Ward
street, D&G
That Flordia right by the D they need to my nigga B
I ain't the type of person to be running from no
f-cking guns are gonna be bursting
Somebody knocked off their
So watch f-cking mouth
Before you end up on that floor and
Acting like you're cause
You know you've a ho
I told you out the gate I'm not the
I gotta say it, excuse
forgot I'm all Dizzy by the way

Money over bitches, bitch I'm coming for the
Vampire living, bitch I'm for your neck
Raw! I'm sharp, my swagger an X
I'm a motherf-cking
I rap like I'm
Call me Mr. Still Smoking, smoke it in a
The is a bitch, hold her down and rape her
Yes I am a Blood but I be wylin' with my
We probably smoking bumping Tyler the Creator
I'm a native, all my niggas Soo Woopin'
went crazy when they heard I had a song
Lil Tunechi, bitch!
Get ice and pour my Sprite
And light my bong and my
your 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 rapping with a
Kill a nigga have him thinking he planking

Wayne]
All-red shirt, skinny ass jeans on
Them goons at your door, choppers out: "ding dong!"
Didn't I change the game and put my motherf-cking on
Now let my chopper
"Baka!" is my
F-ck you ho-ass niggas, I get money and get hoes
We court with them heaters
"Pop!" open/closed
Looking for a to hop up on my totem pole
And my blunt be stupid-fat, double-stuffed
I get til I motherf-cking overload
Been rapping, flows still tight like clothes
Ask them bitches, I em hoes
They back it up like Sunnydrive and Tale closure tho
Lighter in my pocket, the sky rocket
Pull em hammers out and run them nigga's like
Got some from my city
Thugga, Dizzy,
Sorry 4 the Wait, soon, Carter IV, beyotch!