Luyện nghe bài hát THat Part (Black Hippy Remix)

Me no conversate with the fake, part
All my independent bitches, that part
I just the paper, that part
All my bitches
That part, that part, that part, part

Ayy! part
Bang this shit in the hood one
Lil I'm back and poppin'
Tell that ugly bitch to move away, I need more
Broke then fix your pockets, all I do is

Quarter million, switchin' lanes, part
Bet my bitch move the same old thing, that
405 with the gun off safe, part
Ayy I'm still tryna make that
Rich or poor nigga, pick your
Style on top of style,
years I've been rich, nigga
Drove Bimmers down Fig,
Pushed Porsche's down
I've divin' in different hoes, nigga
Got a chain worth the Rolls, nigga
Got an engine back the top in it
Nigga drivin' it like a bomb in it

Me no conversate with the fake, part
All my bitches independent bitches, that
I want the paper, that part
All my flavored
That part, that part, that part, that

Okay, okay,
Okay, okay, okay! (That part)
Beggars be choosers, bitch this ain't Chipotle
Nigga an attitude, I feel like O'Shea
Walkin', livin' legend, man I like Kobe
I left the strip club, got some glitter on me
gonna kill me, she the female OJ
Y'all feel me, man this ain't okay
Four Seasons, take a shower, new clothes, I'm
Rich nigga, still catfish
That ain't really bad, that's a catfish
If I walk up out of Saks
Have the doin' back-flips
If I lay you down on the
Blow the back out 'til you
Thick, we already
She got 'em done, bra-strapless
Yeah!
Okay, okay, okay! (That part)
Beggars can't be choosers, this ain't Chipotle (That part)
Nigga an attitude, I feel like O'Shea (That part)
Walkin', livin' legend, man I feel Kobe (That part)

Me no conversate with the fake, part
All my independent bitches, that part
I just want the paper, that
All my flavored
That part, that part, that part, part

Ayy! part
Bang this shit in the hood one
Lil I'm back and poppin'
Tell that ugly bitch to move away, I need more
Broke fix your pockets, all I do is profit

Few million made and still changed, that part
Me, my girl got bling, that part
I'mma get so blowed, lose my brain, that part
Me and XO only thing go
Need me a bitch that'll go both
Style on top of style,
Since a I wanted to ball, nigga
Had a in my drawls, nigga
I was broke, I had the sauce, nigga
Got a Chevy with to side on it
Hundred spokes, the on it
Got a to stand the fire too
I put Uzi down beside you

Me no conversate with the fake, part
All my independent bitches, that part
I just want the paper, part
All my flavored
That part, that part, that part, part
Ayy! That
part
That

Walkin', livin' legend, man I feel like (That part)
I just dropped 60, man I feel Kobe
Lamar was with me, man I like Kobe
at my weddin', man I feel like Jordan
Trippin' at my weddin', I be
Ain't say shit,
You was listenin' though
You was listenin' to though
You wouldn't listen to the flow
to the 'Go
Listen to a nigga from the 'Go though
freestyle this mothafucka, who knew?
When I'm with my niggas, nigga, Q
And uh, Top Dawg, call Top
Get that nigga on the
Top on the phone!
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy! Hah!