Luyện nghe bài hát Castro

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

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

EA Sports, I'm in the
I'm in Saks AWOL
I'm at Neimans goin'
Hit your in the A loft
Hair but the pussy wack
Wanna her, get her pussy back
Cuban on your boy, I'm
Hit your bitch a backstroke
Medellín,
Money bags, Wells
Call my driver, the car go?
100 thousand in my
I get dope by the
I got whips, no car
I got whips, no
All my cribs got
All my like a maze
Shit so big, they
Still thugging, they
Put me on a track 'Ye
In the kitchen '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 your bitch a backstroke
bitch, JLo
Dope money,
Astronaut, off
Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, have a off
She gon' her whole damn face off

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

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

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

Anti lame
Take your girl a pain killer
Just saw a of your first baby mama
Look like a hit her
Can't me, I'm the finest
AKA, it's your
I don't if she got a snort habit
Or the got sinus
Pyrex tried to us
Baking tryna sign us
Got a red stove and a gold
Shit looking the '9'ers
Told shawty, you a
And I say it out of
Cuban links change the
tall, she can climb it
Sold so many damn
I went diming
Watch diamond
On my neck diamond
Simon said, nigga start my shit
Nigga, start
4 rings an Audi
suite, cloudy

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