Luyện nghe bài hát Bowties

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I'm in the black with no tags
Got doors on this bitch a school bus
Hop on in
you for a ride with a loaded ruger
So cold that I might need a rag
bitch you only need two puffs
That's meth Catfish Billy smokin' hoopla
All the south I blow cash
That ain't leather nubuck
You ain't really ruthless
You ain't up on a new truck
I'm all about the Glock no jag
I got this bitch on four's like two
Two and this bitch is up
Treat MC's a new slut
Yeah I'm outtie
Five go tell yo' pap' his boy's said howdy
You want to it rain but would I, I doubt it
hoes are bad weather, always cloudy
I'm a these bitches dig these ditches and
Rocks up out this chevy trunk before you and lost
Cause we peelin' off in that red with bowties

(Oh, oh!) me and that chevrolet (Bowties)
(Oh, oh!) with a motherfuckin' (Bowties)
(Oh, oh!) you don't want to see pistol wave (Bowties)
(Oh!) Me and that box up clean and smooth (Bowties)

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All black I'm a take it to the car show
Shouldn't drink and drive but I got some at my condo
ho, with me 'bout to fuck no time for convo'
Want it because I let her hit the and the blanco
stroke, I'm a swing the wheel like a golf pro
Hit it the back she look behind and saw my charm glow
I a picture of her pussy for affective feeling
So she got the steppin' like she love me through the mind
Back inside my seat my speakers like a bongo
Bumpin' Box me and 'Wolf a perfect combo
want it with us can get it they beggin' for attention
Like Cyrus when she twerking let her tongue show, dumb though
Why you blaming us when you done broke
Rap's killing like Matt Dillon did in Gunsmoke
I'm fired up while you gettin' dried up like a ancho
but really still feelin' like I'm on my grind though
So I'm like a rhino, coming off the instagram
Northside and I got it, want to get a gram
out my window like a burger want a drink, it's ten
Use a pad now they fucked it up and let me in
Leather until they get another print
Of my shoes, hit the inside my Chevy then
Hit the gas till the we will never land
Ain't fuckin' with Slumerican put that on my Chevy

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to the mall like fuck you
Give me that Mickey D Super
Got a pair of J's like two new crack heads
like spud loose, bounce on it
Coffee full of shake and they breakin' up an ounce on it
on the hip gettin' high as a brimstone
Thrown on the tip of a ball the symphone
Lean of them lean on the wall and limp home
Steam mellowin' out of a Chevy
I put the on it
Have a bitch put the couch on it
Take a bitch I put the south on it
Take a on the one I-89
You talkin' shit I put the crowd on it
It would be another Yelawolf hate
Butter on the like country crop
But I fuckin' ain't no crop
Puts fear in the of a country cop
that I get fuckin' stopped
Boy those some wheels but you better turn the music down
Cause it the big city
Ran off the law with nothin' but a
a fuckin' hick with a stick and midget dealin' with midget and bowtie