Luyện nghe bài hát THat Part (Black Hippy Remix) [Explicit]

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

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

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

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

Okay, okay,
Okay, okay, okay! (That part)
Beggars can't be choosers, this ain't Chipotle
Nigga with an attitude, I feel O'Shea
Walkin', livin' legend, man I like Kobe
I just left the strip club, got some on me
Wifey kill me, she the female OJ
don't feel me, man this ain't okay
Four Seasons, take a shower, new clothes, I'm
Rich nigga, still eatin'
bitch ain't really bad, that's a catfish
If I up out of Saks Fifth
Have the paparazzi doin'
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, bitch ain't Chipotle (That part)
Nigga with an attitude, I feel O'Shea (That part)
Walkin', livin' legend, man I feel like (That part)

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

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

Few made and still ain't changed, that part
Me, my got matchin' bling, that part
I'mma get so blowed, I'mma lose my brain, part
Me and XO only thing go
Need me a bitch go both ways
Style on top of style,
Since a youngin' I wanted to ball,
Had a in my drawls, nigga
I was broke, I had the sauce, nigga
Got a Chevy with side to on it
spokes, the dang-d-dangs on it
Got a chopper to stand the too
I put your Uzi down you

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

Walkin', livin' legend, man I feel Kobe (That part)
I just dropped 60, man I feel like
was with me, man I feel like Kobe
Pippen at my weddin', man I feel like
at my weddin', I be raaa-uh-ayy
Ain't say shit,
You was listenin' close
You was listenin' to though
You listen to the flow though
to the 'Go
Listen to a young nigga the 'Go though
I'mma this mothafucka, who knew?
I'm with my niggas, nigga, ScHoolboy Q
And uh, Top Dawg, Top Dawg
Get nigga on the phone
Top on the phone!
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy! Hah!