Luyện nghe bài hát Taste

D.A

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

Tyga]
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, fuck what a say
It's all the same, Mary-Kate
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, let you get a
Taste, taste, do you the taste?
Yeah that's cool but he like me

2: Tyga]
Lotta girls like me, niggas fight me
Nigga get yo ass like a fuckin' Nike
Me not icey, that's
And she gon' suck me like a fuckin'
Aw, chains on the neck for the whole
And I feel like Gucci the ice cream
And my want the Fenty, not the Maybelline
I'm the JB the way these bitches scream
Make these scream
Pretty thing
Like my nigga A.E, say,

[Chorus:
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, what a nigga 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?
that's cool

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

Tyga]
Taste, taste, LA you can get a
Taste, taste, Miami you can get a
Taste, taste, Oakland you can get a
Taste, taste, New York do you love the
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 taste
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