Luyện nghe bài hát Sandra's Rose

Yeah, no
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby,
Yeah, no
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, ooh

Niggas see the and ask who did I steal from
Price tags on the world feel some
They don't have to satisfy a real one
Maverick couldn't even get the deal done
Niggas scared to come us, gotta run from us
Louisville hush money for my young
Rick Pitino, I take 'em to clubs and casinos
of c-notes get all you niggas scratched like Preemo
Worms, I opened up a can of those
My had a flower shop, but I was Sandra's rose
Two girls I rope like Indiana Jones
I make them hoes walk together like I'm Amber
Yeah, fuck that, I got to up the
California girls sweeter than of candy
Had me all in hood and go link up with Sammy
Type of hood where bandanas make a family
Head on a swivel, I could shoot but I never dribble
Life too short, I gotta get it 'fore they the whistle
My uncle tryna change my with stones and crystals
But it's gon' take more than for me to control my issues
I wasn't for no casket or no prison cell
Every title doin' like I'm Miss Adele
Sandra knows I pulled us out of a hell
I'm the one, flowers never pick themselves

No more, no
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby,
No more, no
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, ooh

Niggas want a classic, that's just ten of
Crime family the Genovese
You don't want drama,
My house is full of just like Mohamed Hadid
I take this shit too serious, you niggas my relief
I find it funny how I keep on and commas increase
I'm standin' at the top of where you are climbin' to reach
I even got my very own inscribed on my sheets
Subtle are key, jeez!
Spoiler alert: the second act is
And everyone that wants the for me's askin' what happened
Backstabbed so times I started walkin' backwards
Like Charlemagne, I see the light and see the darkest
me and I'll be born again
I walk in godly amongst the mortal men
I got some real demons across the fence
And made a note of the mistakes we can't afford
Like I said, can of worms and I'm the early
want to hang but I'm too busy doin' dirty work
Hit 'em and say we'll link up on the 33rd
When I say that they me it ain't dirty words
Church of Pentecost, Holy Spirit
I don't know who's me but we hit it off
Sandra's rose, no they tryna' pick me off
I guess you gotta show these who you really are

No more, no
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby,
No more, no
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, ooh