Luyện nghe bài hát Parlay

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I got dope! Bap!
Grand Hustle nigga (Hustle nigga!)
yeah yeah! Bap! (Hey! Hey!)
Get dough or die nigga (broke eat your 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 Friday, all we do is parlay
All we do is parlay, all we do is
Just ask them hoes they about us, all we do is parlay
All we do is parlay, say all we do is

Got Maybachs on they and a watch, tanktop, two chains
Snapbacks and cargos; racks I got carloads
My flow sick, got parvo, my on retardo
A bunch of G's when we ride hoe, we no Apollo
Got strippers, got hoes, we talk shit, swallow spit
In mansions and condos, they to swallow dick
Fly G-4 to the West coast, under palm trees Dom P
With a hazel-eyed big blonde weave that got a booty, Jumanji
All I do is wake up, cake up, smear these bitches
In new Margiela flavors in Montego Bay, Jamaica
Hundred chain, solitaire, no Pav
mind they blahzay-blahzay, all we do is parlay

Yeah, yeah,
Ay thug, got me leanin to my left, fake as
I be saggin like a thug, buy a hoe the belt
The clique, throwin ten, I can do that by myself
My sound ground, be alien and don't know it like they live[?]
I get my cash straight out K truck, nigga try me
I'ma hit big cuz ASAP, he gon' the fever
it failin like it stay flake[?]
Nigga we'll get you well-done, and away, the bumpin with my kayfabe[?]
My house stay where the lake stay, Benz seat my ass stay
I'm makin on a good day and only parlayin on a bad day
My Red Bottoms say CL, Benz say CL
Sharp they two hill[?], oops, now we three hills[?] bitch!

Ay, all I do is parlay, I do everything the way
I got bitches fuckin with me, pussy sweeter a parfait
Sell all of my parquet[?] at the end of Parkway
Nigga try me and I'll make that chopper sing like a
All I do is parlay, all I do is
I been gettin so I'm callin Target "Targt"
All of the bitches go our way, I'm killin niggaz the bar way
You can't be a nigga they say is a dog unless referrin to Shar-Peis
Me and Gucci won't part 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 cause suckers be constantly tryin to catch up with my mood (mood)
Sit back and watch while I turn up a notch, [?] just what I do (do)