Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty Shoes

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

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

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

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

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 reason I 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 your bitch,
I ain't wanna hit it (I ain't even wanna hit it)
Mix Hi-Tech red this Act,
I feel like a chemist (feel like like a chemist)
Pop a jaw to dome, bring it back, yeah slatt business (slatt)
Slime was the first to me 'cross the border ('cross the border)
Walked inside of Saks and a quarter (spent a quarter)
on the back of your ho like a spoiler (I'm a spoiler)
Young Gun' wanna a goat, in order (in that order)
Me and Buggalo 'bout to go to Bora (Bora Bora)
Rode the door Porsche and it had my voice hoarse (voice hoarse)
Went to fifty states and back on a tour (world tour)
racks, I came a long way from Diadoras (Diadoras)

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

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