Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty Shoes

Yeah, slime
Gucci bag for my shoes, they look
Gucci bag for my shoes, look dirty
Yeah,
My nigga Wheezy, you what I'm sayin'

I can't do nothin' that bitch, the way she flodgin'
Wrapped a million up, ain't none of my starvin'
Rolly-polly with that TEC-9, the
Couple they ménage à trois me
Gucci bag for my shoes, they look
I got thirty new like I'm Curry
Bought the Royce and came through Bleveland swerving
I just wiped my dick off with the Rolls curtains

Okay if you her with me you know she workin'
I just spent a quarter mil on purses
I have never settled for a bitch that me
Oh yeah, oh
Yeah Balenciaga, triple-S the whip
My niggas me CVS, I keep the syrup with me
Purple Act, purple kush, percs nigga
I tote Fear of God by the jeans, with the nigga
I wore Balmain way before church niggas
I know Chanel work, Celia
I know, I'm the GOAT, I
All four my got the Klumps, I'm Eddie Murphy

Gucci bag for my shoes, they dirty
I got new bitches like I'm Curry
Bought the Rolls and came through Bleveland swerving
I just wiped my dick off with the Rolls Royce
Yeah, I can't do nothin' with the bitch, just she stalkin'
a million up, ain't none of my niggas starvin'
Rolly-polly with that TEC-9, the
Couple hoes they ménage à

I done had my trunk for the engine (for the whole engine)
I'm tryna see if my can fit a whole million (a whole million)
Niggas be plottin', the I tote a semi (tote a semi)
YSL my partners, we back to in these Bentleys (YSL)
You you stealin' my drip,
need a percentage (I'ma need a percentage)
Just got some head from bitch,
I ain't even hit it (I ain't even wanna hit it)
Mix Hi-Tech red this Act,
I feel like like a chemist (feel like a chemist)
Pop a jaw to your dome, it back, yeah slatt business (slatt)
Slime was the to take me 'cross the border ('cross the border)
Walked inside of Saks and spent a (spent a quarter)
Ride on the back of your ho like a (I'm a spoiler)
Gun' wanna a goat, in that order (in that order)
Me and 'bout to go to Bora Bora (Bora Bora)
Rode the door Porsche and it had my voice hoarse (voice hoarse)
Went to fifty and back on a world tour (world tour)
Hundred racks, I came a long way Diadoras (Diadoras)

I just made one of my bitches take my other some paper out in LA
Yeah, I made one of my girls
take my girl some paper out in LA
Told me got me to too, wait 'til I
Told me have her too, wait I arrive, yeah
Oh my god, it's mob (hey)

Gucci bag for my shoes, they look
I got thirty new bitches like I'm
Bought the Rolls Royce and through Bleveland swerving
I just my dick off with the Rolls Royce curtains
Yeah, I can't do with the bitch, just know she stalkin'
Wrapped a up, ain't none of my dogs starvin'
Rolly-polly that TEC-9, the carbon
Couple hoes ménage à trois-in'