Luyện nghe bài hát Street Knock Raspy

Ridin' in my Lotus
Sitting and I'm focused
And the west side pocus
see them pipes
Coming out at
Niggas acting crazy, we really think
Hit back with them
out for them cameras
Niggas through
Popo put you in the
I ain't got no time, I ain't no crime
Why talking to me
I ain't' no dime
Sitting back in my
Giovanni on my back, million august
Bringin' the dog
LOX is here we up in here
Double R's we come in to share
Back to back and I'm
Kill em and I'm healing
Niggas crazy and I make a killin
Took over companies
Took over dem
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 chick from on my penis
up our fingers
You who my team is
Swatch 'em up and em then we treat them like them cleanest
Used to push the jag tags get the stereo
Mouth row top, row full of material
88 back bass through your stereo
Chicken noodle and mixing soda with the cereal
White like milk got like the Cheerio
Kicks and purple and my breakfast is complete
New Black Scale shit compliment the fleece
Reeboks red-bottoms straight from on my feet
And some billionaire boy and billionaire boys club
Plus probably push Bugatti that's the toy huh
Woah Ke I'm in junior once a naby
Meracami or and Givanci 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 club and say I'm cocky
Walking to the club and bitches say I'm
Walking to the club and say I'm cocky

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

God it
Hey
Hey
Hey