Luyện nghe bài hát Taste

D.A

[Verse 1:
Slide on a pimp game my pinky rang
Lotta gang, lotta bitches, and a icy
Why you claim you rich? That's a false claim
I be to the whip, no baggage claim
Whole lotta styles, can't even pronounce the
You got no style, see you on my Instagram
I be it like it's fresh out the pan
when I'm takin' pics, I'm the middleman
Walk, talk it a boss, I just lift the hand
3 cash, call me rain man
Money like a shower, that's my dance
And we all in black, it's Gangland
Say the word, you be hangman
me stick to your bitch like a spray tan
Aw, Mr. 'What Kind Of Car He
In the city love my name, I ain't 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, like
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:
girls like me, niggas wanna fight me
Nigga get yo ass checked a fuckin' Nike
Me not icey, that's
And she suck me like a fuckin' Hi-C
Aw, chains on the for the whole team
And I feel Gucci with the ice cream
And my bitch want the Fenty, not the
I'm the black JB the way these scream
these bitches scream
Pretty little
Like my nigga A.E, say,

[Chorus:
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
Yeah cool

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

[Chorus:
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, let you get a
Taste, taste, do you the taste?
Yeah, cool, but he ain't like me

Tyga]
Taste, taste, LA you can get a
Taste, taste, Miami you can get a
Taste, taste, you can get a taste
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 them bitches
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, do you love the
Taste, taste, worldwide they get a taste