Luyện nghe bài hát Parlay

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I got dope! Bap!
Hustle nigga (Hustle Gang nigga!)
Yeah yeah! Bap! (Hey! Hey!)
Get dough or die nigga (broke niggaz eat heart out!)
G.D.O.D. (okay bruh)
Ay! Hey!

Yeah, ay never that blahzay-blahzay, all we do is parlay
All we do is parlay, all we do is
Ferrari Maserati riders, all we do is
All we do is parlay, all we do is
We livin every day like Friday, all we do is
All we do is parlay, all we do is
Just ask them hoes know about us, all we do is parlay
All we do is parlay, say all we do is

Got Maybachs on they block and a watch, tanktop, two
Snapbacks and cargos; them I got carloads
My sick, got parvo, my swag on retardo
A bunch of G's when we hoe, we live no Apollo
Got strippers, got star hoes, we shit, swallow spit
In mansions and condos, they to swallow dick
Fly G-4 to the West coast, palm trees poppin Dom P
a hazel-eyed big blonde weave that got a jungle booty, Jumanji
All I do is wake up, up, smear these bitches makeup
In them new Margiela flavors in Montego Bay,
karat chain, solitaire, no Pav
Never mind blahzay-blahzay, all we do is parlay

Yeah, yeah,
Ay thug, got me leanin to my left, as hell
I be saggin a thug, buy a hoe the Louis belt
The clique, throwin ten, I can do that by myself
My sound ground, they be alien and know it like they live[?]
I get my straight out K truck, nigga wanna try me
I'ma hit big cuz ASAP, he gon' the fever
Make it failin like it flake[?]
Nigga get you well-done, and stay away, the bumpin with my kayfabe[?]
My house where the lake stay, Benz seat where my ass stay
I'm makin on a good day and only parlayin on a bad day
My Red say CL, Benz coupe say CL
than they two hill[?], oops, now we three hills[?] bitch!

Ay, all I do is parlay, I do everything the way
I got bitches fuckin me, pussy sweeter than a parfait
Sell all of my parquet[?] at the other end of
Nigga try me and I'll make that chopper sing like a
All I do is parlay, all I do is
I been gettin money so I'm Target "Targt"
All of the bitches go our way, I'm killin these the bar way
You be a nigga they say is a dog unless they referrin to Shar-Peis
Me and that Gucci won't ways, bitch I be fresh as a fool (fool)
are the brooks in my forte, sometimes I be dressed in the cool (cool)
I know I be winnin cause suckers be tryin to catch up with my mood (mood)
Sit back and watch while I up a notch, just [?] just what I do (do)