Luyện nghe bài hát Taste

D.A

[Verse 1:
Slide on a game with my pinky rang
Lotta gang, bitches, and a icy chain
Why you claim that you rich? That's a false
I be to the whip, no baggage claim
lotta styles, can't even pronounce the name
You ain't got no style, see you on my
I be rockin' it like it's out the pan
Only I'm takin' pics, I'm the middleman
Walk, talk it a boss, I just lift the hand
3 million cash, me rain man
Money like a shower, that's my rain
And we all in black, like Gangland
Say the word, you be hangman
Watch me to your bitch like 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, fuck what a say
It's all the same, like
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

[Verse 2:
Lotta girls me, niggas wanna fight me
Nigga get yo ass checked like a Nike
Me not icey, that's
And she gon' suck me a fuckin' Hi-C
Aw, chains on the neck for the whole
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 these scream
little thing
Like my nigga A.E, say,

Tyga]
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, fuck 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 love the
Yeah cool

[Verse 3:
(Offset)
Yeah, put the drip on the plate (drip, drip)
ice glacier, niggas imitate (ice, ice)
Aye, aye feed me Maybach with the drac' (grape)
Slow in the Wraith, got this shit from bae
Diamonds up to par, the cookie hittin' (hard)
The Rari sit in park, I'm at it, on (Mars)
Shotgun shells, we gon' always hit the (blaow)
Popcorn shell poppin' out the cartridge (pop it)
3400 Nawfside, Charles
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, in the parking lot (skrt, skrt)
I kick it with these niggas 'cause they talk about ya
And I got the fire, don't me spark it out ya
Keep it in my back pocket like it's a
Like the way she suck it, suck it a Jolly (whoa)
Stack it up and put it with the project (racks)
And she got the Patek on water
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, you can get a taste
Taste, taste, New York do you love the
Taste, taste, Chi-Town you can get a
Taste, taste, Houston you can get a
Taste, taste, Portland you can get a
Taste, taste, let them bitches taste
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, do you the taste?
Taste, taste, worldwide they gon' get a