Luyện nghe bài hát B.B.W.W x Fake Show

Yeah, bought a new white Wraith, last night, nearly it
Spinning out on a highway, 720 in a
Bad bitch in the passenger, seen her whole life
Ray whipping a McLaren behind me, nigga, spun right past him
Thank God I'm
Thank God but I spent a bank job on a ride
Black bubble, Wraith, cost 19k, uh
But that ain't of my safe, uh
All you rappers safe, uh
Let me say it the bass, uh
All you ain't safe, uh
All you ain't safe, uh
First single had me in the crib platinum plaques into place
Dropped Luv, went top hop club, everything grace
Grammy-nominated on the album, now motherfuckers see the face
at me
I know these niggas is trippin', these are shoogin' me
Bust down, bust down, bust
Raphael, you do to me?
I need the at last
I need the money
Tell me the money is near, I ain't out the van
Key close, gotta hoes by the G code
Got hoes in a G4
Got A, B, C, D, E, F, G, X, Y and Z
I'm balling like D. Rose
I'm popping off Vevos
I'm still like, wait
Still on tea soles
My giant like Fifo, if you need know
Money in a C-Note like Do Re Mi Fa So La Ti Do
Did it for my niggas home
In a fiend house, crack on a trap phone in a crack home
Winter time getting cold, had to go to grandma
Steal a up out of Jack Jones
Rodger tellin' me get mad at the
bills, switchin' to the phone, yeah
I had to to a tellers
Ain't shit you could tell us
All of niggas is jealous, ah
Running through the check, money
All of these is mad at me
Ten chains, buy ten rings on a look-alike swagged at me
I can't keep a girlfriend, too busy tryna the bag happy
Cali girly throw it back at me in a back and a cat daddy, yeah
I say down, bust down
I feel dick, your bitch
She touchdown, touchdown
Bitch, I'm up now, what
Fuck what you talkin' bout
That shit sound us now
My shit like what now?

I'm that my exes don't ever get famous
Or flex on me with a rapper or an
in this business come with these different dangers
You rather lie, tell me you still an
How you still an
You be lyin',
you just fuck some on me and
claim you see it from different
I see the
I find her crazy, shit, I you as a good girl
flowin', trip returns, flipper
Last night, call, I had sex off
Trash bag full of every at the bar
That you ain't down to up for these niggas, throwin' it up
You hate it niggas gettin' dirty with they ones
Ain't the why you 'bout to get them Louboutins though
Ain't the why you 'bout to get your rent paid
Tell them hoes shade, they should wear their best shades
She gon' make a on a bad day
10 I was shippin', she ever take a half day
Just me down, was a pap boy
I did it to the fullest 'cause she hate to it half way
Hol' up, it, I can't, trust it
Fuckin' you got me goin' way up out the budget
Pour a up, this is for the last night
night, before I lost you to the fast life

Good girl bad, you gon' do your thing
Anything to get the bag, gon' do your
If she do it, she gon' do it for the bag
If she do it, she gon' do it for the bag
Good gone bad, you go do your thing
Skinny in my donk
Anything to get the bag, go on do your
She don't dance but she
If she ever do it, she do it for the bag
She gon' do it for the
If she ever do it, she do it for the bag
She don't but she dance