Luyện nghe bài hát R. I. T. Z.

Charli
cam

Charli I don't they know that I'm menstrul
Let me 'em when I'm menstrul

Verse cam'ron

I'm into don thing, donna
Don cornelius, don
Lunchin' down in springs
Long the ring, crackin'
Dirty money, give the wax to
Actin' harsh, leave 'em my garage
Thug niggas mack guitar
Givin' massuage, enterouage, we on hollis
Make you leave new york quicker, then wallace
Be in your wallet
Ya'll want whips, time on trial
Aye yo, y'all want chips, then count ya
I made best to fight yo, like '98 live
Connin' in they eyes, cats behind with they wife
Well it's true, that I lost a daughter
Niggas get a little money, wanna cross the
Fuckin' sell, I get the hell, I can't the border
Never feminine, don't park the six
Right in front of
Ruthless chicks, yeah, chicks
With the shotguns to shot, right 2 and 6
Rufus kicks, uqick, what I'm tellin' my man
just want me on the crucifix, I held in my hand
Fell for the plan, cam
Yo be bland!
scrams yo, a hell of a man
And my analysis, till I'm laid up with blood like diolisists
That's my son

(cam'ron)

Some niggas
And some get
Some cats go
And jump off
Some
But life's a fucking

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

Verse two: charli

What, yo
I'm into ice shit, pussy
Got the ice clit, ice
Fuck around and chicks
deserve on ice chips
Tight click, we through
Dumb crew, these unable to come to
Comotose, boast about holdin' totes
We hold's parties, and sign our labels
Hardly ya girl next door, I was b'more
I was c-4, now I'm packed, and now I'm
In the swiss alps, with cheese and swiss accounts
Sippin' swiss miss, hoes frontin', got me it
Dying kids wanna see b'more, on they list
But I put 'em there, be careful you ask for
Ski mask up on face
No trace, of dna, doa
We know ways to make you
Make you limp, you walk
Outline cats in white
Got fagotts "who's she? "
Benz it, class be e, master p
Blastin' 'how ya do dat
through, niggas stare, they like "who dat there? "
Is dat wear
over, slower
While y'all hoes be
to see me and pd, and be like who the ebst
No shit, pull out the
out the whips, put out the hits
Cause we put on the
And it's nine before a cracker
So tell me how you like us with and rappers

(cam'ron)

Some kiss
And some get
Some go kill
And jump off
snitch
But life's a bitch

niggas sniff
And go disp
Some want dough
And on clicks
Some
But a fucking bitch

Some kiss
And some get
Some cats go
And jump off
Some
But life's a bitch

Some sniff
And go disp
Some cats want
And come on
rich
But a fucking bitch