Luyện nghe bài hát Taste

D.A

[Verse 1:
on a pimp game 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, even pronounce the name
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 like a boss, I just lift the
3 million cash, call me man
Money like a shower, that's my dance
And we all in black, like Gangland
Say the word, you be hangman
Watch me stick to your bitch a spray tan
Aw, Mr. 'What Of Car He In?'
In the city my name, nigga I ain't gotta say it

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

[Verse 2:
Lotta girls like me, niggas fight me
Nigga get yo ass like a fuckin' Nike
Me not icey, that's
And she suck me like a fuckin' Hi-C
Aw, chains on the neck for the whole
And I like Gucci with the ice cream
And my want the Fenty, not the Maybelline
I'm the JB the way these bitches scream
these bitches scream
Pretty thing
Like my nigga A.E, say,

[Chorus:
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, what 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 the taste?
that's cool

[Verse 3:
(Offset)
Yeah, I'ma put the drip on the (drip, drip)
Diamond ice glacier, imitate (ice, ice)
Aye, aye feed me grapes Maybach the drac' (grape)
Slow pace in the Wraith, got this shit bae
Diamonds up to par, the cookie hard (hard)
The Rari sit in park, I'm at it, on (Mars)
Shotgun shells, we gon' hit the target (blaow)
bitch shell poppin' out the cartridge (pop it)
3400 Nawfside, Charles
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, fishtail in the 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 back pocket like it's a
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 water
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

[Outro:
Taste, taste, LA you can get a
Taste, taste, you can get a taste
Taste, taste, you can get a taste
Taste, taste, New York do you the taste?
Taste, taste, you can get a taste
Taste, taste, you can get a taste
Taste, taste, you can get a taste
Taste, taste, let them 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