Luyện nghe bài hát Palm Trees

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

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

Meechy Darko]

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

Meechy Darko]

[Verse 3: Erick Arc
Could be your mans, or be fan, or be your kin
Pay your dues, man, I 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, is you doing, all black in the back of a Buick
I'm I'm sadistic as sin, as I'm making murderous music
We don't rep the things, nah, don't bother confuse it
So much stressing on my brain, think I'ma lose it
vagabond, hoes that stow they panties in my carry on
Why you hating niggas nonchalant (Honest, bro)
Fuck your publication that say I'm a third
Architect build your mind, set but won't swell
Oh yes, I smoke kill, I'm crack, you krills
I pack, you dope deal, in fact, I'm so
I'm never off the pivot, six stitches to image
Not when you call me genius, all that means is

Meechy Darko]