Luyện nghe bài hát B.M.F

Uh, uh
We blowin' money on this side, nigga
you up, nigga

I think I'm Big Meech, Larry
work, hallelujah
One nation, God
Real gettin' money from the fucking start
I think I'm Big Meech, Larry
work, hallelujah
One under God
niggas gettin' money from the fucking start

My Rolls Royce black
I'm geechy, ho
Balling in the club, like I'm meechy, ho
Rose, my nickname
Cocaine runnin' in my big
Self-made, you just
I it ground up, you bought it renovated
Talking plenty capers, nothing's been
Funny you claimin' the bitch that I'm penetratin'
Hold the bottles up, where my
Where the felons, where my dogs at?
I got that Archie
And it's so white I just might charge ya

These motherfuckers mad I'm icy
so hard make 'em come indict me
I think I'm Big Meech, at my time piece
an Audemar, hundred racks at least
Look at yourself, now at me
You can't see a nigga, I'm what you to be
at it this way, you niggas sideways
Always getting money, my nigga pays
So a nigga, I'm self-made
You a nigga, I'm self-paid
This for my niggas, this for my rich niggas
Got a hundred on a head of a snitch

The thirty-six holes you bleedin' fam
Word to thirty-six O's in a kilogram
Blunt tip, orange like
Wild n' out, fishtailin', Subaru car
Out the passenger, the automatty off
A egg of that knock ya mommy and ya daddy off
around and knock the emblem on the caddy off
Four-shooters buggin' out, at ya caddy doors
Did I mention, guns Red Dead Redemption
Nine mils, fifty extensions?
Hope is like a mattress in the hood, I'm on it
And the money's like a chair, I'm on it