Luyện nghe bài hát Don Pablo

Bitches call me Don
Vutton poncho
Photos with my low
Strapped I go
I know, I know, I know, I know, I

in the bando
Rolling up in
Toe tag and brag about it now you John Doe
If you need a joint play the point,
Tanning out in Cali, El
Left your baby momma with her mind
Took a to Cabo
got some work, now he think he El Chapo
Masked up, hoodie low creeping through your slow
Tryna find a lick, we could split, get the
Swerving off the Henny but I'm out for potholes
Thinking of nights I was stressing in the box bro
Chiefing like , only afford McDonald's, OJ
I'm in the Bronco, me and
Spanish buy steak and cilantro, el
I only count to quatro, coco for nostril
Shining I walk I make the whole block glow
Fly young getting to it, bet your pops know
Hottest in my city, all the judges and the cops
Call my nigga Gato, my jeans to be Paco
Baby mother Spanish nigga, in love with tacos
I was in up in Liv, me and Capo
Mad under covers in the building, I did not
I come from the town that's for the Apollo
When you getting money, even famous bitches
Hit it from a DM, I ain't have to follow
to the face, I ain't never passed the bottle
I'm always sick, I don't never need a doc
2DopeBoy, I'm always looking like I got

Bitches call me Don
Louis Vutton
Photos my eyes low
Strapped I go
I know, I know, I know, I know, I
I know, I know, I know, I know, I
Bitches me Don Pablo
Louis Vutton
Photos with my low
Strapped I go
Nigga got some work, now he think he El
Nigga got work, now he think he El Chapo

I know, I know, I know, I know, I
I know, I know, I know, I know, I
I know, I know, I know, I know, I
I know, I know, I know, I know, I
I know, I know, I know, I know, I
I know, I know, I know, I know, I
call me Don Pablo