Luyện nghe bài hát Sandra's Rose

Yeah, no
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby,
Yeah, no
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, ooh

Niggas see the and ask who did I steal from
Price tags on makin' the feel some
They don't enough to satisfy a real one
Maverick Carter couldn't even get the deal
Niggas scared to towards us, gotta run from us
Louisville hush for my young gunners
Rick Pitino, I take 'em to strip and casinos
Stack of c-notes get all you niggas scratched Preemo
Worms, I just opened up a can of
My mother had a shop, but I was Sandra's rose
Two girls I rope like Indiana Jones
I make them hoes walk together like I'm Rose
Yeah, fuck that, I got to up the
California girls sweeter than pieces of
Had me all in Nipsey hood and go up with Sammy
Type of hood bandanas make niggas a family
on a swivel, I could shoot but I could never dribble
Life too short, I get it 'fore they blow the whistle
My uncle tryna my energy with stones and crystals
But it's gon' take more than for me to control my issues
I wasn't made for no casket or no cell
Every title doin' numbers like I'm Miss
Sandra knows I us out of a living hell
I'm the chosen one, flowers never themselves

No more, no
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby,
No more, no
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, ooh

Niggas want a classic, that's just ten of
Crime family like the
You don't drama, capisce?
My house is full of supermodels like Mohamed Hadid
I take shit too serious, you niggas my comic relief
I find it funny how I keep on talkin' and increase
I'm standin' at the top of where you niggas are to reach
I even got my very own initials inscribed on my
Subtle are key, jeez!
Spoiler alert: the act is tragic
And everyone that wants the for me's askin' what happened
so many times I started walkin' backwards
Like Charlemagne, I see the light and see the patches
Bury me and I'll be again
I walk in godly amongst the mortal men
I got some real demons across the border
And made a of the mistakes we can't afford again
Like I said, can of worms and I'm the early
Niggas to hang but I'm too busy doin' dirty work
Hit 'em back and say we'll link up on the
When I say that cursin' me it ain't dirty words
Church of Pentecost, Holy Spirit
I don't know who's me but we hit it off
Sandra's rose, no wonder tryna' pick me off
I guess you gotta these niggas who you really are

No more, no
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby,
No more, no
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, ooh