Luyện nghe bài hát Palm Trees

[Hook x2: Darko]
So grams, unzip the bag
Dip in my hand, then I palm
So when you throw shade, it could never me
(So when you throw shade, it could never me)

[Verse 1: Darko]
Lions don't lose sleep over the 'pinion of
On the to the riches, money sticking to my cleats
I am moi, magnifique, skin noir, Darky
Niggas with the most opinions have the least
It's funny how now be on their druggy shit
Downloaded my tape, sat back, shit
Acid pack a hundred hits, shroom and hash bricks
like that Destiny Child chick on 106
This white bitch had the fucking nerve to me a nigger
When she the one paying the for her lips to get bigger
Do you get the bigger Shit is backwards, my nigga
You sneak dissing, taking jabs, get boxing on
Cause you ain't get the word, I'm Lesnar in the octagon
This shit is straight absurd, do not hate me your life is shitty
I no pity, you turd, you better off in the dirt
Now you better off dead, like the title of my

[Hook: Meechy

[Verse 2: Juice]
Everyday, me and Jane
You might say I'm addicted, but me, I'm truly
Stoned so loud, you can hear me in the
Smoking girl scout, by the ounce
never cheat me
Mary not a backstabbing bitch that'll lie and me
Spread it even, even, wax in the evening
Dab or die trying, on the road to
Damn, they try and me for my paper
They trying to take me under, seen it through the vapors
ones still envy, got a couple real with me
And my bitch talk some shit and smoke the kil' with me
will hide the body, enough of that though
They saying talk is cheap, so I'll be when we meet
screaming "Zombies!" out in England
But I'm on the block Mary, pushing and dreaming
Ah ah ah, I'm feeling
Thizzle, fo' shizzle, my nizzle, spitting riddles on
life, blotter in the night
Fill my (Fill my appetite)

[Hook: Darko]

[Verse 3: Erick Arc
Could be your mans, or be your fan, or be kin
Pay dues, man, I gotta choose, whether I lose or win this
Foe or friend, can't determine the
The instance they see you peaking, they pussy be fluid
My nigga, what is you doing, all in the back of a Buick
I'm proving I'm sadistic as sin, as I'm making murderous
We don't rep the same things, nah, don't bother it
So much stressing on my brain, momma think lose it
vagabond, hoes that stow they panties in my carry on
Why you hating niggas nonchalant (Honest, bro)
Fuck your that say I'm a third wheel
Architect build mind, set stress but won't swell
Oh yes, I kill, I'm crack, you smoke krills
I pack, you deal, in fact, I'm so chill
I'm never off the pivot, six to your image
Not offended you call me genius, all that means is

[Hook: Darko]