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 double cross you up,
Castro, Castro,

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

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

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

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

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

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 snort her whole damn face off

Anti nigga
Take your girl a pain killer
Just saw a picture of your baby mama
Look a train hit her
Can't finesse me, I'm the
AKA, your Highness
I don't know if she got a habit
Or the bitch got
tried to sign us
Baking soda tryna us
Got a red stove and a gold
looking like the '9'ers
Told shawty, you a
And I say it out of
links change the climate
Dick tall, she can it
Sold so damn bags
I coulda went
wristband diamond
On my neck diamond
Simon said, nigga start taking my
Nigga, rhyming
4 like an Audi
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