Luyện nghe bài hát Leather Symphony

She want me like a wedding ring
I her dripping like some fucking paint
realer, smoking hella green
So much ass like Taylor
Run a trap trying to a milli
She make it clap to make a milli
lose yourself, remember who yourself
Don't lose yourself, who the best

Take a dab, she got ass
I just smoke and I never pass
All these niggas be the man
I get nigga, Peter Pan
While they hating I be living
While they hating nigga I be

Bad looking so exquisite
Took a risk now the trip get it
Third eye like it's on fire
These singing like they on the choir
Swishing blunts with Dogg
Dogg pound woof
No psh psh psh
Wipe me down cause I'm
Flair with the horseman
What you bout man, quit

Bout that work, I'm Fergie
My moms make it til 30
If I don't make it, worry
gang, we ain't bury
Nigga been a helping man
Don't bite the hand that you understand
I might go catch you on the 'gram
shipping got a hundred grams

Bands,
Call it and do my dance
Why they copy, they fans
On my I'm the man

Bands,
Count it, it, got my hands full
All this working got my full
Why they like some damn fools

Bands,
Call it and do my dance
Why they copy, just fans
On my I'm the man

Bands,
Count it, count it, got my hands
All working got my hands full
Why they hating like some fools

I'm a late, I'm a renegade
got a gauge
Let me
Pussy KKK
Loaded it live, in my sock
Patrolling the block a Glock
to the code, bloody my O's
Study my notes on the

on this odyssey
Alone I be
Shooting my
Only I can see I can be
it I get it, I get it
I chronicle Riddick they couldn't it
is hella specific
the start, the beginning, a Glorious or the ending

I can't I existed
I'm bout to lead with a
I the heat to the kitchen
bout to sleep with the fishes
I run with the Pistons and them kittens
B the medicine
Solo my
All on the
Brother got
I'm sinister
Corner the physicist, Twelvyy

Bands,
Call it and do my dance
Why they copy, they just
On my I'm the man

Bands,
it, count it, got my hands full
All this working got my hands
Why they like some damn fools

Mecca like Malcolm, a Biggie
Exit the
Roll in the
On
Feel like I'm Yams, can't see me John
Everything money and went to flatbush for a nina
polemics, trade up with the chicks
Made no casino, got in the ringo
We high like the
Hype up on pop. the landing
All over the
And Crookin we and Harlem do damage

Bands,
Call it truce and do my
Why they copy, they fans
On my I'm the man

Bands,
Count it, it, got my hands full
All this working got my full
Why they hating like damn fools

Bands,
Call it and do my dance
Why copy, they just fans
On my I'm the man

Bands,
Count it, count it, got my full
All this got my hands full
Why they hating like some damn