Luyện nghe bài hát Street Knock Raspy

Ridin' in my Lotus
back and I'm focused
And the west side pocus
Nigga see them
Coming out at
acting crazy, we don't really think
Hit with them Hammers
Watch out for cameras
coming through
Popo put you in the
I ain't got no time, I ain't doing no
Why you're to me
I ain't' dropping no
Sitting in my shirt
Giovanni on my back, million august
Bringin' the dog
LOX is here we up in here
Double R's here we come in to
to back and I'm chillin
Kill em back and I'm
Niggas crazy and I make a killin
Took over them
Took dem trees
them in my flight
Passport

Hey,
1212, right, 1212,
Get 'em
God it

God it I'm a genius
Swagga is the
Where green hair from venus on my penis
up our fingers
You who my team is
Swatch 'em up and fold em then we treat them like cleanest
Used to push the jag tags get the stereo
row top, row full of gold material
88 bass bumping through your stereo
Chicken noodle soup and mixing soda the cereal
like milk got beige like the Cheerio
Kicks and purple syrup and my is complete
New Black Scale shit compliment the fleece
Reeboks straight from Swizzy on my feet
And some billionaire boy and some billionaire boys
probably push Bugatti that's the billionaire's toy huh
Woah Ke Mesabi I'm in junior once a
Meracami or Versace and on your boy huh

Hey,
1212, right, 1212,
Get 'em
God it

Haters they can't stop me listen to A$AP
Walking to the and bitches say I'm cocky
to the club and bitches say I'm cocky
Walking to the and bitches say I'm cocky

Chill back when I'm lay
Sitting back and I'm way
Everybody may stay
Let's gonna say
Back back in them
Came back and gets
Nigga wanna... can I get an
my own on fly
Bout the sky Razcats in walls
God I'm fly
GT irons and all that, and all that
Rembrandt's, you name it I got it all
Yeah on my scrilla
Kickin' back out nilla
Bitch aks my
I that bitch vanilla

God it
Hey
Hey
Hey