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Bài hát hive (explicit version) do ca sĩ Earl Sweatshirt, Vince Staples, Casey Veggies thuộc thể loại R&b/hip Hop/rap. Tìm loi bai hat hive (explicit version) - Earl Sweatshirt, Vince Staples, Casey Veggies ngay trên Nhaccuatui. Nghe bài hát Hive (Explicit Version) chất lượng cao 320 kbps lossless miễn phí.
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Promise hair, Ron, I'll put my fist up after I get my dick sucked Quick buck, maybe a gold chain With that ***in' flow, this is a sober little's men They tentatively tend to turn and go when I am finished on cold Hardly ***in' with these niggas, nigga, listen The description doesn't fit, if not a synonym or menace Then forget it, in turn, these critics and interns Admit it, this *** spit, it just burn like six furnaces Rid it of fics, learnin' digits And simultaneously dispellin' one trick Pony Miss, isn't he? One adolescent, ***in' six, nigga, energy And crawlin' down facts like a rich nigga's centipede Crack ceramic and slap a hand outta cash account Stampin', shoutin', thrashin', these niggas done let the crackin' out Crack-a-lackin' like snap, crackle poppin' your ammo off Hide your face and throw your flannels off Sweatshirt, nigga Eighty-seven, rooftop, Bronson, whippin' hoop These Triumph boots, we're all chronic Brutus in that booth, double scoop, hock Vomit up, sub, rockin' thug, knockin' niggas' T-Clues Bruh, I don't *** with no cops Rollin' with that flow, swat Catch me over stove top Rappin' to that coke rock Passionless and old jock Clothin' with them Dogewine Opened them to flow, lights focused Like it's nothin' cause it's nothin', bitch From a city that's recession hit Stressed niggas can flex metal with pedal to rake pennies in Desolate testaments tryin' to stay jecklish But most niggas hide and Brenda just stayed pregnant Breakin' news, that's less important When the Lakers lose, it's lit in that baby food Heads tryna make it through Fish-netted legs for them eyes that she catered to Ride dirty, it's the ***in' sky that you prayin' to So here I sit, eye in the pyramid God spit it like it's true serum in that beer And then, whew, disappear again Reappear, bearded on top of a Lear Steerin' it into the kids' ear again Provider of the backdrop Music for the crack rock user and the mascot, Earl Rawer than the skin Kneecap on a black top Salivary glands, lighter fluid for the matchbox strikin' Wait, wait, who the *** you battin' in? Boy, oh boy, I'm bad as burnt Poyo off the grill and *** Spitter of the little Nick Nimble Rick rollin', bitch, niggas pick glitter Piff blower, plus I peel and *** 87 rooftop, Bronson whippin' hoop These tri boots raw, chronic Brutus in that booth, double scoop Hawk bombin' up sub Rockin' thug, knockin' niggas' teeth loose Bruh, I don't *** with no cops Rollin' with that flow swank Catch me over stove top Rappin' to that coke rock Passionless and old jock Clothin' with them doors wide Open them to flow lights Focus like it's nothin' Cause it's nothin', bitch Bruh, we know you niggas ain't about *** Come around, we gun them down Bodies piled, Auschwitz Bulletproof outfits Weapons concealed, I'm ready to kill So test it, though, my weapons is real Sellin' this, couldn't tell him what the recipe is Got him wishin' that they never gave these weapons to kids Cheers, send chills up Spines of fat bitches at the shows Throwin' out sandwiches Niggas get it how they live And I live for money Other words, I'm gettin' money Lil' boy told me when it's time to ride They'll send her for me Ain't nobody scarin' me Niggas ain't prepared for heat Tools hit like pool sticks The way I cue *** If this was 88, I woulda signed a roof list 9-4, woulda had him walkin' down death row First is when the best go Haters what the rest do Voice inside my head Told me, wet him if they test you So it's raging water season That yomper big as Larry Johnson Leave your mama seedless Everybody hard until it's only God they seein' Kitten soft, but in they songs Be trappin' hard as Jeezy I don't believe it, but to each his own I ain't trippin' long as I can reach the chrome Heat your home like Southern California gas Police pass, tell them free Smalls off, palm with the heat drawn Strapped up long as the chief of police Armed, raised where the beast are North of the beach, a couple streets past Baby J, bony niggas sprayin' K's Ruger with the pork face Jewish for the court case Here to save you niggas from the sorbet Cold Chain Like it's nothin' cause it's nothin', bitch

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