Luyện nghe bài hát Lower

[Verse 1:
Starter jackets to Gucci, From Air Force 1's to Louie
[?] icy like Boosie, Bitches me coochie
Riding round' my shooters, Robin Jeans, I'm Buddah
Pouring lean I'm blue though, 9-11 the two
Fire red like Rudolf, Imma' wrap this hoe though
Moving than U Haul, You ain't real if you talk
That's why they call me Ball, Cause' all I know is
Stacking hundreds' in the wall, a hundred at the mall
Paid a hundred for the car, Look like a lick, but I'm a walking dog
I'll box you off

[Refrain:
I ain't Young Jeezy I ain't shit out
Pull the out, Holo's hit scalps

[Chorus: Keef]
I could show you the real of Lean, definition of Scheming
Pull up choppa out the back window, leave a nigga with dreams
I could the define of spending G's, the very least
All the bad bitches up in the club, Subtract this cheese
I got bands so I spent 10 thousand on a coat
And the feds asking questions that I really know
I just wanna count pay checks and smoke this
Even I real [?], my choppa real [?]

2: Chief Keef]
In the Louie store, getting sized ; Foreign car, high
Bakery, pie; Look up, I'm in the sky
Off the two, Big shells, get minimized
Wait the [?], exercise; She me now I'm paralyzed
racks in bed, I'm finna' get a sled
Got a bam bam in the car, Finna' turn a Fred
Take your up off the lease, hit that bitch with a shred
Like eeny meeny miney mo, click cause Simon said
down, thumbs up; Time to play 7-UP
Lil Folks got a 7 tucked; Don't the messenger
Riding with that Duck Goose, It's musical chairs In this top notch Coupe, no scoop