Luyện nghe bài hát Taste

D.A

[Verse 1:
Slide on a pimp with my pinky rang
Lotta gang, lotta bitches, and a icy
Why you claim you rich? That's a false 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 it's fresh out the pan
when I'm takin' pics, I'm the middleman
Walk, it like a boss, I just lift the hand
3 million cash, me rain man
Money like a shower, that's my dance
And we all in black, like Gangland
Say the wrong word, you be
Watch me stick to your bitch a spray tan
Aw, Mr. Kind Of Car He In?'
In the city love my name, nigga I gotta say it

[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?
Yeah that's cool but he ain't me

2: Tyga]
Lotta girls like me, niggas wanna me
Nigga get yo ass checked like a fuckin'
Me not icey, that's
And she gon' suck me like a Hi-C
Aw, chains on the for the whole team
And I feel like Gucci with the ice
And my want the Fenty, not the Maybelline
I'm the JB the way these bitches scream
Make bitches scream
little thing
Like my A.E, say, yadadamean

Tyga]
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, fuck a nigga 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 cool

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

Tyga]
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, let you get a
Taste, taste, do you love the
Yeah, cool, but he ain't like me

[Outro:
Taste, taste, LA you can get a
Taste, taste, you can get a taste
Taste, taste, you can get a taste
Taste, taste, New York do you the taste?
Taste, taste, Chi-Town you can get a
Taste, taste, Houston you can get a
Taste, taste, you can get a taste
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 gon' get a taste