Luyện nghe bài hát Taste

D.A

[Verse 1:
Slide on a game with my pinky rang
gang, lotta bitches, and a icy chain
Why you claim you rich? That's a false claim
I be straight to the whip, no baggage
Whole lotta styles, can't even the name
You ain't got no style, see you on my
I be rockin' it like it's out the pan
when I'm takin' pics, I'm the middleman
Walk, it like a boss, I just lift the hand
3 million cash, call me man
Money like a shower, that's my rain
And we all in black, it's Gangland
Say the wrong word, you be
Watch me stick to bitch like a spray tan
Aw, Mr. Kind Of Car He In?'
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, Mary-Kate
Taste, taste, she can get a
Taste, taste, let you get a
Taste, taste, do you love the
Yeah that's but he ain't like me

[Verse 2:
Lotta girls like me, niggas wanna me
Nigga get yo ass checked like a 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 like Gucci the ice cream
And my want the Fenty, not the Maybelline
I'm the black JB the way these scream
Make these scream
Pretty little
Like my A.E, say, yadadamean

[Chorus:
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?
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 with the (grape)
Slow pace in the Wraith, got this shit bae
up to par, the cookie hittin' hard (hard)
The Rari sit in park, I'm at it, on (Mars)
Shotgun shells, we gon' hit the target (blaow)
Popcorn bitch poppin' out the cartridge (pop it)
3400 Nawfside, Barkley
4-8-8,
her get on top of me and ride me like a Harley
She keep me company and never want 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, make me spark it out ya
Keep it in my back pocket like it's a
the way she suck it, suck it like a Jolly (whoa)
Stack it up and put it the whole project (racks)
And she got the on water 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, you can get a taste
Taste, taste, Oakland you can get a
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, 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, they gon' get a taste