Luyện nghe bài hát Bank Account (Remix)

I'm willing to die for shit
I'm ready to flip it and end up in prison the rest of my life for shit
So my momma ain't me, she got an abortion
I end up surviving shit
And if I somethin', I ain't got the money
I'll be robbing this shit
Don't how much I cry for this shit
Said I am willing to ride for this
You know my hobby inside of my closet, a bunch of dead bodies and shit
Niggas say I'm cursed 'cause I go to church and stare at the Bible and shit
say I'm the worst, cos I do my dirt, and I don't be hiding this shit

Bitch I'm a savage I spit at you bastards, I wonder what you do to me hoe
I need to hear some more rapping I'm just not impressed by your cash or your hoe
All you my soldiers and I'm a
you should be saluting me hoe
I hope you I ain't going nowhere
All you just better get used to me hoe
Nigga, I'm Mr. with my jeans, bought me a jeep, cuz I wasn't riding as much
My bank looking weak, don't look at me, I ain't got no time for no fun
Starting to feel like Tyrese, I'm to trip, and maybe start crying or sumthin'
I might just hit up the [Smith's], throw me a fit and for my wire to come
Ain't give or show me love when I was coming up, I had to double up and tell these niggas buckle up before they ride
And they don't really wanna up, I hit it with the uppercut, I had these motherfuckers running for they life
Unidentified craft, while I'm flying past all of my aliens Sailin', and if you up in the sky
your mind back, push your eyes back, threw your iPad, I'm an Iraqi in suicide
When the bombs are loaded and your mind explode in the
Are you sit down and repent?
I was in the sewer
Me and the