Luyện nghe bài hát Know Me

1]
Balenci' (Hmm), size on my toe
know me everywhere I go
Codeine (Hmm), cup make her toast
Got rackies, getting bags to coast
Elliot lit my up, diamond rings cover my fist up
After she suck my (What?), she get kicked out, get kicked up
I ain't cuffing that (No), that ain't on my agenda
Met that in LA, but I fucked her in Atlanta
30 pointers in my chain, going fast in my own
Like Gunna, I insane
Make a smart girl me brain
Let the perkys kill my
Break a hundred, tell her the change
Now the Gucci store know my
brown boy in the game

Got two chains, my glistenin', VV's hit like Bisping
I just wanna fuck, no kissin', peasant bitches can't kings (Yeah) No cash register, pockets on ching-ching (Yeah)
Might've fucked bitch, but she ain't my ting-ting
Let that bitch sneak her snap, let her boyfriend know she me
Say I look like a snack, on baseball bat, they hittin' (Yeah, bling-bling)
No cash register, on ching-ching (Yeah, ching-ching) Might've fucked that bitch, but she ain't my ting-ting

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I'm TT (Hmm), up the dope
Bad freaky (Hmm), grab the bitch by her throat
Ice my pinky, AP I need a boat
Get shot like Ricky (Hmm), taking a boy for a joke
Gucci all on me, cost me 80 for one sock
time I tried to cook it, lost my RILP inside the pot
See 12 and I book it, had a dream I was in a cell
380 can book me, you know all my tickets gon sell

Balenci' (Hmm), size on my toe
They know me I go
Codeine (Hmm), double cup her toast
Got rackies, getting bags coast to
Got two chains, my diamonds glistenin', hit like Bisping
I wanna fuck, no kissin', peasant bitches can't kiss kings (Yeah) No cash register, pockets on ching-ching (Yeah)
Might've fucked that bitch, but she ain't my
Let that bitch sneak her snap, let her boyfriend she with me
Say I look like a snack, diamonds on baseball bat, hittin' (Yeah, bling-bling)
No cash register, pockets on ching-ching (Yeah, ching-ching) Might've fucked that bitch, but she ain't my