Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Like Remix

[Verse Sez Batters]
Bald nigga, raw nigga, black of Walt White
Two words, one name, my Bruce Wayne, that dark knight
Bad I roll with, whack shit, I don't spit
She do the same giving brains, I bag her up like Saks Fifth
Bird talk, theses, you mad at her 'cause she follow me
bars hard, ain't hard to read, I said mad at her 'cause she follow me
New windows, she macked up, you number two like up
He handcuff, Roseanne tough, when you stand up, we up, haha

A nigga, that's that shit I don't like
A snitch nigga, that shit I don't like
A bitch nigga, that's that I don't like
disser, that's that shit I don't like

[Verse XV]
Love, life, is what I said, right?
And living like legends until we dead,
Bitches hoping they can catch me at a red
out of something you ain't see before like dead might
But this makes niggas with dreams end they life
I thought about it once, I thought it twice
But I found passion in that pit in the darkest night
Shout out to Angelakos, that's my nigga
I hate hearing these new nobodies who knew somebody
I hate what new broads be doing to they bodies
hotel lobby, her titties hard as rock
Her ass already drunk, it's had too many
I hate when hype shit up just to see it flop
I hate black pornstars don't get any props
Shout out Nyomi Banxxx, out Mone Divine
Shout out to Reynolds, I hope Skin Diamond shine
Shout out Kristina Rose, she said I'm out my
Won't see me on no set but my fucking time, fine

2]
A fuck nigga, that's that shit I like
A nigga, that's that shit I don't like
A bitch nigga, that's that I don't like
Sneak disser, that shit I don't like
like, like, don't like, like
A snitch nigga, that's that I don't like

Three: Freddy High]
Fuck niggas, Square Gang, one, let's airplane
We kill shit that's game, address niggas, Vera Wang
Change with a red dame, ass shots like Sara Jay
She suck trey the long way and her tits just like Tory Lane's
I'm turnt up, yeah, we repping and that's for life
We don't a fuck if you don't like, long nights, pop bottles
We live life, that's our motto, rap shit don't work out for me
I could still go to my old life

[Verse 4: Bruce
watching TV, yea my thrones, right? (right)
And blazing up big fat of that northern lights
Amped up in A&R's I don't like
Fake gossipin, twat
That bullshit — that's your
grooves and break trance
Hate who hate Asians
My favorite not Asian
Hard work,
Who the bloody We run the scene
I'm Hale Branson, don't with me
Your wife's to get drunk with
She brought friends, we
means I'm the ghost 1
Who'da thought when I up
These OG's woulda
I'm now and that's toaster
That all night, on
You're talkin that trap trap
Bad news on my back
out when you flash that
It's cheap cheap we bumpin
These rattle all night
Hard hitters, that shit we all like