Luyện nghe bài hát Better Things

Don't give a fuck your man
I'm just seeing what it's for
(Bitch I'm sayin') How you on a kid though
You should with me girl
You know you need girl
See I got used to life up on my own, yeah
And searching lovely for a wife to call my own,
all I think about at nights when I'm alone, yeah
Swear that I get no rest in California

Swear that life is a whole bunch of vices
Niggas off of my shit, my dick
Stay up in your chick ride stick a license
Tell her hold on some vice grips
Might just call her, let her with a baller
Look up on her face was priceless, what my type is
Well tonight Mrs. lightskin with a light mix, or a light
White chick, complexion and she righteous
I a dyke chick if she like dick
I kissed the dyke and I liked it
Fucking each and every Katy for the night bitch
Light

Light it light it, puff it puff it, pass it, it
(moving on to things)
Just sit and relax one time, clear your mind
'Bout to send me back to my old
Know what I

I've been puffing, up
Cop a lot and up
Plus my niggas know the
A generation's on drugs

I that bitch Rita Ora got a big mouth
Next I see her might curse the bitch out
Kicked the out once cause she bitched out
Spit my kids out, jizzed up all in her mouth and made the bounce
Ride with a nigga mane, and you know I fly like the jigga mane
And it figures, 'cos is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man,
Nowadays stressed, yes
Animosity is better off chest, yes
Guess everybody want to blessed, stay fresh
a nigga threats, but I'm up next, take debts

Light it light it, puff it it, pass it, pass it
(moving on to things)
Inhale exhale, relieve your of stress
Smoke some one time for your boy

I've puffing, rolling up
Cop a lot and up
Plus my niggas know the
A thrown on drugs