Luyện nghe bài hát Kristi

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

Racks on racks on racks, (yeah) Dapper Dan all on my (right)
Double G all on my cap, (yeah) on a Maybach (smear)
that pussy like Pap (smear)
eatin' that bitch from the (yeah)
Mumble rap all on that cat (yeah) Lil Pump, she it clap
I'm 'bout to write a letter,
tell 'em I'm doin' way (right)
"Plain Jane" the song of the
(yeah) I'm busy just the lettuce
I'm a Klein model on billboards,
I did a campaign the fellas (right)
Adidas gave me another deal and
too, they got cheddar (alright)
Shoot videos in the PJs (yeah) I go hop on a PJ (yeah)
They sendin' me all free
clothes (right) momma put it on eBay
I run the shit like a relay, niggas gon' have to replay
Yammy say hi to my for me, and Jam Master Jay for TJ

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

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

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

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