Luyện nghe bài hát Castro

Yeah,
Whoa, whoa, (yeah)
on me like I'm Castro (yeah)
Bitches I'm Castro, yah
Kickin' bitches like I'm (whoa)
Cuban cigar
chick, JLo
Dope money,
The cross you up, eyeball
Castro, Castro,

on me like I'm Castro
Hit your with a backstroke
bitch, JLo
Dope money,
Astronaut, off
Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, have a off
She gon' snort her damn face off
Cubans on me like I'm
Hit your with a backstroke
bitch, JLo
Dope money,
Astronaut, off
Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, a bake off
She gon' her whole damn face off

EA Sports, I'm in the
I'm in Saks goin'
I'm at goin' AWOL
Hit bitch in the A loft
Hair but the pussy wack
unfuck her, get her pussy back
Cuban on boy, I'm Castro
Hit your bitch with a
Medellín,
Money bags, Fargo
Call my driver, the car go?
100 in my cargo
I get dope by the
I got whips, no car
I got whips, no
All my got maids
All my cribs like a
so big, they amazed
Still thugging, amazed
Put me on a with 'Ye
In the rocking 'Ye's
In the with the Js
Feds we don't do the phone
They everything we say

Cubans on me I'm Castro
Hit bitch with a backstroke
bitch, JLo
Dope money,
Astronaut, off
Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, a bake off
She gon' snort her whole damn off

on me like I'm Castro
Hit your bitch with a
bitch, JLo
Dope money,
Astronaut, off
John (face off)
In the kitchen, have a off
She gon' snort her whole face off

Quavo,
My life like
Cuban hoes fall in love with a
They'll me like Fabio
Off white shell toes
Stick to the money,
on the top row
Then I jump down, hit you the elbow
Why do the birds a plane if they can fly?
I be standin' in the field the fire
So onions in the trap, make me cry
My styrofoam got more oil Dubai
round with extendo
Riding round with
Never, never, ya kinfolk
Never, never, serve ya
Niggas shooting out the
Niggas at your window
Yeah, you better keep your low
Feds watching lay low

on me like I'm Castro
Hit bitch with a backstroke
bitch, JLo
Dope money,
Astronaut, off
Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, have a off
She gon' snort her whole damn off

lame nigga
Take your girl a pain killer
Just saw a picture of your baby mama
Look like a hit her
Can't me, I'm the finest
AKA, it's Highness
I know if she got a snort habit
Or the got sinus
tried to sign us
Baking tryna sign us
Got a red stove and a fork
Shit looking like the
Told shawty, you a
And I say it out of
Cuban links the climate
tall, she can climb it
Sold so damn bags
I coulda diming
wristband diamond
On my neck look
Simon said, nigga start my shit
Nigga, start
4 like an Audi
suite, cloudy

Cubans on me I'm Castro
Hit your bitch a backstroke
bitch, JLo
Dope money,
Astronaut, off
Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, have a off
She gon' snort her damn face off