Luyện nghe bài hát R. I. T. Z.

Charli
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Charli I don't think know that I'm menstrul
Let me tell 'em I'm menstrul

Verse one:

I'm into don thing, donna
Don cornelius, don
Lunchin' down in springs
the ring, crackin' cars
Dirty money, give the wax to
Actin' harsh, 'em my back garage
Thug niggas mack guitar
Givin' massuage, enterouage, we on hollis
Make you leave new york quicker, then wallace
Be in mom's wallet
want whips, it's time on trial
Aye yo, y'all want chips, then count ya
I best friend to fight yo, like '98 live
Connin' in they eyes, like behind with they wife
Well then it's true, that I a daughter
Niggas get a little money, wanna cross the
Fuckin' sell, I get the hell, I cross the border
Never feminine, everynight park the six
Right in of tenimens
Ruthless chicks, yeah, toothless
With the shotguns to shot, through 2 and 6
Rufus kicks, uqick, that's what I'm my man
They just want me on the crucifix, I held in my
Fell for the plan, cam
Yo be bland!
scrams yo, a hell of a man
And that's my analysis, till I'm laid up with blood like
That's my son

(cam'ron)

Some niggas
And some get
Some go kill
And off cliffs
snitch
But a fucking bitch

niggas sniff
And go disp
cats want dough
And on clicks
rich
But life's a bitch

Verse two: charli

What, yo
I'm into ice shit, pussy
Got the ice clit, ice
around and slice chicks
Spotted on ice chips
click, we come through
Dumb crew, cats unable to come to
Comotose, y'all about holdin' totes
We hold's parties, and sign our pacardi
ya girl next door, beofre I was b'more
I was c-4, now I'm packed, and now I'm
In the swiss alps, swiss cheese and swiss accounts
Sippin' swiss miss, hoes frontin', got me it
Dying kids see b'more, on they wish list
But I put 'em there, be careful you ask for
Ski mask up on barren
No trace, of dna, doa
We know ways to make you
Make you limp, you walk
cats in white chalk
Got askin' "who's she? "
wit' it, class be e, master p
Blastin' 'how ya do dat
Ridin' through, niggas stare, they "who dat there? "
Is true dat
Takin' over,
While y'all be stressed
Hate to see me and pd, and be like who the
No shit, out the clips
out the whips, put out the hits
Cause we put on the
And it's crackers before a cracker
So tell me how you us with guns and rappers

(cam'ron)

Some niggas
And some get
Some go kill
And jump off
snitch
But a fucking bitch

niggas sniff
And some go
Some cats want
And come on
rich
But life's a fucking

niggas kiss
And get dissed
Some cats go
And jump off
Some
But a fucking bitch

Some niggas
And go disp
cats want dough
And on clicks
Some
But life's a fucking