Luyện nghe bài hát Taste

D.A

[Verse 1:
Slide on a pimp with my pinky rang
Lotta gang, bitches, and a icy chain
Why you claim that you rich? a false claim
I be to the whip, no baggage claim
Whole lotta styles, can't even the name
You got no style, see you on my Instagram
I be rockin' it it's fresh out the pan
Only when I'm takin' pics, I'm the
Walk, talk it like a boss, I just the hand
3 cash, call me rain man
like a shower, that's my rain dance
And we all in black, it's Gangland
Say the word, you be hangman
Watch me stick to your bitch a spray tan
Aw, Mr. 'What Kind Of Car He
In the city love my name, nigga I gotta say it

Tyga]
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, what a nigga say
It's all the same, Mary-Kate
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, let you get a
Taste, taste, do you love the
that's cool but he ain't like me

[Verse 2:
Lotta girls like me, niggas wanna me
Nigga get yo ass like a fuckin' Nike
Me not icey, unlikely
And she gon' me like a fuckin' Hi-C
Aw, chains on the neck for the whole
And I feel like Gucci with the ice
And my bitch want the Fenty, not the
I'm the black JB the way these scream
Make these scream
Pretty thing
Like my A.E, say, yadadamean

Tyga]
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, fuck a nigga say
all the same, like Mary-Kate
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, let you get a
Taste, taste, do you love the
that's cool

[Verse 3:
(Offset)
Yeah, I'ma put the on the plate (drip, drip)
Diamond ice glacier, niggas (ice, ice)
Aye, aye me grapes Maybach with the drac' (grape)
Slow in the Wraith, got this shit from bae
Diamonds up to par, the hittin' hard (hard)
The sit in park, I'm at it, on Mars (Mars)
Shotgun shells, we gon' hit the target (blaow)
Popcorn shell poppin' out the cartridge (pop it)
Nawfside, Charles Barkley
4-8-8,
her get on top of me and ride me like a Harley
She wanna keep me and never want depart me (no)
(Depart me) Yeah, in the parking lot (skrt, skrt)
I don't kick it with these niggas they talk about ya
And I got the fire, don't me spark it out ya
Keep it in my pocket like it's a wallet
Like the way she suck it, suck it a Jolly (whoa)
Stack it up and put it with the whole (racks)
And she got the Patek on moccasin
I'm rich in real life, I get that profit,

Tyga]
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, let you get a
Taste, taste, do you the taste?
Yeah, that's cool, but he ain't me

Tyga]
Taste, taste, LA you can get a
Taste, taste, Miami you can get a
Taste, taste, Oakland you can get a
Taste, taste, New York do you the taste?
Taste, taste, Chi-Town you can get a
Taste, taste, you can get a taste
Taste, taste, Portland you can get a
Taste, taste, overseas let 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