Luyện nghe bài hát Inkredible Remix

[Thugga - 1]
I pop Percocets
Then I pop Xanax
Sitting back, strapped,
on your man next
Jack a for his work
And stretch it like some
He hesitate, I spray and him
Like a oops, I meant a Tampax
Bitch, I keep anthrax
I can get your man wacked, for a couple Tan
Shoot off Sedan lap
Nigga, I demand
I playing, black
Bitch, I be Macks

All type of with accessories
I'm Cosby for the bills
I need like Stephanie
P-ssy niggas can't 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 travelled the 7
Niggas OG, scary lil bitch, please
Tune ate in the can: Frisky

[Raw
I got 10 up on my ring and 20 on my bracelet
Now these niggas kissing ass, but they say shit
I'm just here to separate the from the fake shit
I told you, I was coming n I'm for the wait
I get this money
Mane, it's here in my face
I got the Devil on my
I wanna be up in that place
My mom tell me to be
I keep running in these streets
I can't stop with these hoes
But I say I'm doing me
Bitch, I'm a 9th nigga
street, D&G
That right by the D they need to free my nigga B
I ain't the of person to be running from no beef
Those f-cking are gonna be bursting
Somebody knocked off their
So your f-cking mouth
you end up on that floor and stop
Acting you're hard cause
You know been a ho
I told you out the gate I'm not the
I say it, please excuse
Almost I'm all Dizzy by the way

Money bitches, bitch I'm coming for the check
Vampire living, bitch I'm for your neck
Raw! I'm sharp, my swagger an X
I'm a motherf-cking
I rap I'm possessed
me Mr. Still Smoking, smoke it in a paper
The is a bitch, hold her down and rape 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 Soo Woopin'
They went crazy when heard I had a song
Lil Tunechi, bitch!
Get some ice and my Sprite
And light my and my doobies
F-ck your
I'm the one be producing my music
I'm a hippie by a lot of pot
Pot is in me
Drop ya like an
Sleeping on me like I'm rapping a blanket
Kill a have him thinking that he planking

Wayne]
All-red shirt, skinny ass jeans on
Them goons at your door, choppers out: "ding dong!"
Didn't I change the 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 court with them heaters
"Pop!" case
Looking for a bitch to hop up on my totem
And my be stupid-fat, double-stuffed Oreos
I get loaded til I motherf-cking
Been rapping, flows still like aerobic's clothes
Ask bitches, I told em hoes
They back it up like Sunnydrive and Tale closure tho
Lighter in my pocket, light the sky
Pull em hammers out and run them nigga's Stocktons
Got some from my city
Thugga, Dizzy,
Sorry 4 the Wait, coming soon, IV, beyotch!