Luyện nghe bài hát Demons

It go fly bitch, fly shit,
and got ho on my dick
And if I have one wish its that I die rich
Yeah, a tryna go to the grave with it
Know I that crack, gettin paid with it
Real talk, while you bitches play with it
Long hair don't care, Bad bitch. dont
You leave don't care won't care, flow rare
So turned up wanna turn down
You see that ass from the front, no arounds
damn, I oh, shit! cold bitch and my flow sick
So I might cough and hack and then toss some racks
Nah, now im my business. And I know these hoes ain't with it
Wanna talk about paper? I got it. Broke muthafuckas not get it
Now murder murder kill, dollar bills
Real bitch till I die, now me how it feel, huh?!
You gotta vision, on a mission
And I die, hang me high!
Real bitch till I die, Now me how it feel, huh?!
Money up so its going down, I got enough dough to go round and
Im talkin round and round, but no
see me out and say "there she go"
You point and look. You know stop and stare
Yeah im racked up, but not stopping
You see me in the store then im copping
Clutch of that green, Rodman hair
You know first class champagne designer life is my
I been ill and I change, so ill its a damn shame
But I spend it like its no damn thang what you made in a year is just chump
Low paper, no paper, huh?
Bitch gone do it, watch me run through it. You don't fuck who? Bitch you sound stupid
gone do it, watch me run through it. And we ain't never stopping. act like ya know it!
You gotta vision, on a mission
And where I die, me high!
Real bitch I die, Now tell me how it feel, huh?!