Luyện nghe bài hát '96 Bulls

You never met a nigga this
Somebody tell them boys class gets old
The more success hate me, that's the way this shit goes
Married to the money that goals
will I fold, pay me what you owe
It ain't a cougar trine when I wave the 44
Money don't niggas it only amplifies, who they really are
The you a bag of lies, this the land of the wise
All the lamb are disguise, I'll never lose my cool but not a fan of vibes
I'm from the dirty, need to be sanitized
Product of ghetto teaching this that class at DeVry
Moving that cocaina they call it that bride
I her I fantasize I'm just staying alive
Food for the soul, stuck a can of pride
You niggas can't see me, fuck it I'm shy
You better eat Wheaties, I park it where I can see
Shit will get hot and shaky like with the fever
This ain't checkers its chess, all I see is the
Butting with the best, it ain't nothing to Beavis
I'm the meanest boy, I got it zipped up thriller jacket I it
Bad bitch from Ibiza, she brought a like a feature
She got that good A head I had to repeat it
Six ring flow, leave it after the beep
I'm from the bottom where half these cats are
Where drive by and double back like the sequel
Lethal, I'm the goat, should take some notes
All you niggas is pussy, don't the soap
dancin' on the money hoe
Peep how my grows, life is a fat bitch, I love her money rolls
They wake up on my dick, go eat your combs
Go where they money go, location
Tell her the check don't bounce, her my tongue can roll
I pull up in a then peel off like under clothes
Picture life perfect, man I struck a pose
Man I'm too to earth for these stuck up hoes
In the A, I diddy bop, she got her titties up
Ass fat and she let me the clitty pop
With a dark sis like she dipped in Willy Wonk
Niggas the noodle thinking I ain't really dripping sauce
Poppin, the skillet, nothing I'm just chillin'
Pussy niggas got that virus, hope my catch no feelings
Keep them niggas out your business, help your run a business
These niggas swear they gods but know nothing forgiveness
The world showed you are just crooked politicians
Spending hundreds since had they baby face like Kenneth
I'd be a goofy then a Mickey stop the snitching
thuggin, hashtag killers
A star in your eyes baby ask Jack
Selling boy and girl Ariana, Mac Miller
Trap rap a, backpack twist of, young black niggas, tryna crack the system
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