Luyện nghe bài hát Parlay

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I got dope! Bap!
Grand Hustle (Hustle Gang nigga!)
Yeah yeah! Bap! (Hey! Hey!)
Get dough or die nigga (broke niggaz eat your 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 riders, all we do is parlay
All we do is parlay, all we do is
We livin day like Friday, all we do is parlay
All we do is parlay, all we do is
Just ask hoes they know 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; them 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 star hoes, we shit, swallow spit
In mansions and condos, they quick to swallow
Fly G-4 to the coast, under palm trees poppin Dom P
With a hazel-eyed big blonde that got a jungle booty, Jumanji
All I do is wake up, up, smear these bitches makeup
In them new Margiela in Montego Bay, Jamaica
karat chain, solitaire, no Pav
Never they blahzay-blahzay, all we do is parlay

Yeah, yeah,
Ay thug, got me leanin to my left, fake as
I be saggin a thug, buy a hoe the Louis belt
The whole clique, throwin ten, I can do that by
My sound ground, they be alien and don't know it like live[?]
I get my cash out K truck, nigga wanna try me
I'ma hit big cuz ASAP, he drive the fever
Make it failin like it flake[?]
Nigga we'll get you well-done, and away, the bumpin with my kayfabe[?]
My house stay where the stay, Benz seat where my ass stay
I'm makin plays on a day and only parlayin on a bad day
My Red Bottoms say CL, coupe say CL
than 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 chopper sing like a Bar-Kay
All I do is parlay, all I do is
I been gettin money so I'm callin "Targt"
All of the bitches go our way, I'm these niggaz the bar way
You can't be a nigga say is a dog unless they referrin to Shar-Peis
Me and that Gucci won't 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 winnin cause suckers be constantly tryin to catch up my mood (mood)
Sit back and watch while I turn up a notch, just [?] just I do (do)