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? That's a false
I be straight to the whip, no claim
Whole styles, can't even pronounce the name
You got no style, see you on my Instagram
I be it like it's fresh out the pan
Only when I'm pics, I'm the middleman
Walk, talk it a boss, I just lift the hand
3 cash, call me rain man
like a shower, that's my rain dance
And we all in black, like it's
Say the wrong word, you be
Watch me to your bitch like a spray tan
Aw, Mr. 'What Kind Of Car He
In the city love my name, nigga I ain't say it

[Chorus:
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
Yeah that's cool but he like me

2: Tyga]
Lotta girls me, niggas wanna fight me
Nigga get yo ass like a fuckin' Nike
Me not icey, that's
And she gon' suck me like a fuckin'
Aw, chains on the neck for the team
And I like Gucci with the ice cream
And my bitch the Fenty, not the Maybelline
I'm the black JB the way these scream
Make these bitches
little 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
Yeah that's

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