Luyện nghe bài hát Castro

Yeah,
Whoa, whoa, (yeah)
Cubans on me like I'm (yeah)
like I'm Castro, yah
Kickin' bitches I'm Castro (whoa)
Cuban cigar
chick, JLo
Dope money,
The cross you up, eyeball
Castro, Castro,

Cubans on me like I'm
Hit your bitch a backstroke
bitch, JLo
Dope money,
Astronaut, off
John (face off)
In the kitchen, a bake off
She gon' her whole damn face off
Cubans on me I'm Castro
Hit your bitch a backstroke
bitch, JLo
Dope money,
Astronaut, off
John (face off)
In the kitchen, a bake off
She gon' snort her whole damn off

EA Sports, I'm in the
I'm in goin' AWOL
I'm at Neimans goin'
Hit your in the A loft
Hair cool but the wack
Wanna unfuck her, get her back
on your boy, I'm Castro
Hit your bitch with a
Medellín,
Money bags, Fargo
my driver, where the car go?
100 thousand in my
I get by the cargo
I got whips, no car
I got whips, no
All my got maids
All my cribs a maze
Shit so big, amazed
thugging, they amazed
Put me on a with 'Ye
In the rocking 'Ye's
In the with the Js
Feds we don't do the phone
They everything we say

Cubans on me I'm Castro
Hit your bitch with a
bitch, JLo
Dope money,
Astronaut, off
John (face off)
In the kitchen, have a off
She gon' her whole damn face off

Cubans on me I'm Castro
Hit your with a backstroke
bitch, JLo
Dope money,
Astronaut, off
John (face off)
In the kitchen, a bake off
She snort her whole damn face off

Quavo,
My like Pablo
Cuban hoes fall in love with a
They'll me like Fabio
Off white shell toes
Stick to the money,
on the top row
Then I down, hit you with the elbow
Why do the need a plane if they can fly?
I be standin' in the field the fire
So onions in the trap, make me cry
My styrofoam got oil than Dubai
Riding with extendo
Riding round with
Never, never, ya kinfolk
Never, never, ya kinfolk
shooting out the window
Niggas shooting at your
Yeah, you better keep your low
watching better lay low

Cubans on me like I'm
Hit bitch with a backstroke
bitch, JLo
Dope money,
Astronaut, off
Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, a bake off
She snort her whole damn face off

Anti lame
Take your girl like a killer
Just saw a of your first baby mama
like a train hit her
Can't finesse me, I'm the
AKA, your Highness
I don't know if she got a snort
Or the bitch got
Pyrex tried to us
Baking soda tryna us
Got a red and a gold fork
Shit looking like the
shawty, you a minus
And I say it out of
Cuban change the climate
Dick tall, she can it
Sold so many damn
I coulda diming
Watch wristband
On my neck look
Simon said, nigga taking my shit
Nigga, start
4 rings like an
suite, cloudy

Cubans on me like I'm
Hit your bitch a backstroke
bitch, JLo
Dope money,
Astronaut, off
Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, a bake off
She gon' snort her damn face off