Luyện nghe bài hát Taste

D.A

[Verse 1:
Slide on a pimp game with my pinky
Lotta gang, bitches, and a icy chain
Why you claim that you rich? That's a claim
I be straight to the whip, no baggage
Whole styles, can't even pronounce the name
You ain't got no style, see you on my
I be rockin' it like fresh out the pan
Only when I'm takin' pics, I'm the
Walk, talk it like a boss, I just lift the
3 cash, call me rain man
Money a shower, that's my rain dance
And we all in black, like Gangland
Say the wrong word, you be
me stick to your bitch like a spray tan
Aw, Mr. 'What Kind Of Car He
In the city love my name, I ain't gotta say it

[Chorus:
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, fuck what a say
all the same, like Mary-Kate
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, let you get a
Taste, taste, do you love the
Yeah that's cool but he ain't me

[Verse 2:
Lotta girls like me, niggas wanna me
Nigga get yo ass checked a fuckin' Nike
Me not icey, unlikely
And she gon' me like a fuckin' Hi-C
Aw, chains on the for the whole team
And I like Gucci with the ice cream
And my want the Fenty, not the Maybelline
I'm the black JB the way bitches scream
these bitches scream
Pretty little
my nigga A.E, say, yadadamean

[Chorus:
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, fuck what a say
It's all the same, like
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, let you get a
Taste, taste, do you the taste?
Yeah that's

[Verse 3:
(Offset)
Yeah, I'ma put the on the plate (drip, drip)
Diamond ice glacier, niggas (ice, ice)
Aye, aye feed me Maybach with the drac' (grape)
Slow pace in the Wraith, got shit from bae
Diamonds up to par, the cookie hittin' (hard)
The Rari sit in park, I'm at it, on (Mars)
shells, we gon' always hit the target (blaow)
Popcorn bitch poppin' out the cartridge (pop it)
3400 Nawfside, Barkley
4-8-8,
Make her get on top of me and ride me a Harley
She wanna me company and never want depart me (no)
(Depart me) Yeah, in the parking lot (skrt, skrt)
I don't kick it with these niggas they talk about ya
And I got the fire, don't make me it out ya
Keep it in my back pocket like a wallet
Like the way she it, suck it like a Jolly (whoa)
Stack it up and put it with the whole (racks)
And she got the on water moccasin
I'm rich in life, I get that profit, copy

[Chorus:
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, let you get a
Taste, taste, do you the taste?
Yeah, that's cool, but he ain't me

[Outro:
Taste, taste, LA you can get a
Taste, taste, Miami you can get a
Taste, taste, you can get a taste
Taste, taste, New do you love the taste?
Taste, taste, you can get a taste
Taste, taste, you can get a taste
Taste, taste, Portland you can get a
Taste, taste, overseas let them bitches
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, do you the taste?
Taste, taste, worldwide they get a taste