Luyện nghe bài hát Kristi

Aw baby, she got a flip phone
baby, I been smokin'
Been chokin' and so potent baby, we high baby
And you got the silver by my man Ferg, baby?
You a giant baby, you steppin' on these necks
Sometimes you gotta just ease that, ease that left foot off
And then put your right on the, on the top of them, big baby
And choke even harder, cause you's a dog
You's a, a fuckin' champ, these are puppies baby
can't, they can't fuck with you baby, Lord

Racks on racks on racks, (yeah) Dan all on my back (right)
Double G all on my cap, (yeah) monogram on a (smear)
Testin' that pussy Pap (smear)
that bitch from the back (yeah)
Mumble rap all on that cat (yeah) Lil Pump, she makin' it
I'm to write Yammy a letter,
tell 'em I'm doin' way (right)
"Plain Jane" the of the year
(yeah) I'm busy just the lettuce
I'm a Calvin Klein on billboards,
I did a campaign the fellas (right)
done gave me another deal and
Hennessy too, got cheddar (alright)
videos in the PJs (yeah) then I go hop on a PJ (yeah)
They sendin' me all these
(right) momma just put it on eBay
I run the shit like a relay, niggas gon' have to press
say hi to my daddy for me, and Jam Master Jay for TJ

Goddamn,
When it be raining outside nigga, you the
Cause that shit just off you with that Gucci
God, nigga call you Kristi YamaGucci, baby
you just all over the fuckin' world with this shit, baby
Niggas cannot you

Trench mob is a Go-Go Gadget
You don't wanna see a scene get drastic
Fuckin' the Lords, no Frodo Baggins
Niggas bring your clothes to the like a fat bitch
Even my name is Denzel, no actin'
Pap-pap, puttin' inside a casket
Track that, everything is be a classic
Wrap that, put that bitch a prophylactic
When I'm rappin', got no hard-on, double
From a city on coke and pistol-packin'
See you flaggin' and they packin' what you
Take you out and then they act nothin' happen
got rid of the heater
Back in the where they blowin' on reefer
I follow the light while you follow the
Now a nigga where they checkin' my Visa, look

Nah baby, what kinda flip you got?
Is that a baby, no, a Chirp baby
nigga got a Boost, baby, what the fuck
Nigga, you step it up
You need to get you a trap
Nigga you need to get one of these Motorolas, baby
Niggas can't even track us,

roll, finger roll, finger roll, finger roll, dunk, yeah
Ballin' on my enemies, I ain't even up the pumps, huh
when I tie 'em up, yeah
I shake 'em, gon' need a crutch, yeah
And I ain't talkin' groupie
When I say they got their in a bunch
I'm talkin' niggas, I talkin' nada
They ain't talkin' figures, be six, seven or better
Tryna get a house, get my bread up
stay on pace? You gon' have to step up
Cruisin' in a Wraith, see if make it get-up
Pull up to the place, fucked her we met up
Yeah, I'm gettin' buzz, but I let up
I ain't a doctor, but I got my check up
Check up, check up, check up, up
I'm playin' chess, you on checkers
That's why your gang can never us
They your chain, and now you neck-less
Check up, up, check up, check up
I got a check on my (wait)
I'm losin' track of
Cause I don't tick or no tock (yup)