Luyện nghe bài hát Juice

yeh, ah . . . ah
Boi-1da! . Drizzy!
Ahah.Uh

Yall don't like me
I can
My flow is right inside da pocket on my pants
I'm still fly, you can't
Run this shit, Bolt
I write your records, aah, you sing ghost
20 thousand for a verse, is our routine
I'm getting rich, aah , you staying
chilling if even if I'm in a goose down
I see you through the Mosley Tribes
so i don't even when you throw me high fives
they try to up, but there's no one my size
40 smokin bout to low my eyes
Beast mode on them, I never a night off
Every single thing a nigga is a write-off
Grounded as the one way pavement am flight off
baby go ahead and cut the off
cuz about to go.

PLAYS

I hear my phone ringing when ya
I aint picking up or them at all
Got your girl face down, on the wall
While you and all your homeboys hang at Mall
mmm, mmm, mmm
I cannot
Riding with tags that a got from out-of-state
Riding with a swag a got from outer space
Just show me the hottest imma knock him out his place
call me drizzy, about to kill your ego
I'm ma green, puffin goody like i'm Cee Lo
You can go and a glance at your hero
the Houston ship a pole dancing zero
to you, reality to me
and ma g-pass is as valid as can be
I'm, I'm so fresh, a stylist would
at your girl
while smiling back at me like.