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 eat your heart out!)
G.D.O.D. (okay bruh)
Ay! Hey!

Yeah, ay never mind 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 them hoes they know us, all we do is parlay
All we do is parlay, say all we do is

Got Maybachs on they block and a watch, tanktop, two
and cargos; them 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 star hoes, we shit, swallow spit
In mansions and condos, they quick to swallow
Fly G-4 to the West coast, palm trees poppin Dom P
With a hazel-eyed big weave 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
Hundred chain, solitaire, no Pav
mind they blahzay-blahzay, all we do is parlay

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

Ay, all I do is parlay, I do the star way
I got bitches fuckin with me, pussy sweeter a parfait
Sell all of my at the other end of Parkway
Nigga try me and make that chopper sing like a Bar-Kay
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 these niggaz the bar way
You can't be a nigga they say is a dog unless they to Shar-Peis
Me and that Gucci won't part ways, bitch I be as a fool (fool)
These are the brooks in my forte, I be dressed in the cool (cool)
I know I be winnin cause suckers be constantly tryin to catch up my mood (mood)
Sit and watch while I turn up a notch, just [?] just what I do (do)