Luyện nghe bài hát B.B.W.W x Fake Show

Yeah, bought a new Wraith, last night, nearly crashed it
out on a highway, 720 in a Aspin
Bad bitch in the passenger, her whole life flashing
Ray whipping a McLaren behind me, nigga, spun right past him
Thank God I'm
Thank God but I probably spent a bank job on a
Black bubble, Wraith, cost 19k, uh
But ain't none of my safe, uh
All you ain't safe, uh
Let me say it the bass, uh
All you rappers safe, uh
All you ain't safe, uh
First single had me in the crib puttin' plaques into place
Dropped Luv, went top hop club, everything just
Grammy-nominated on the first album, now motherfuckers see the
at me
I these niggas is trippin', these niggas are shoogin' me
down, bust down, bust down
Raphael, you do to me?
I need the at last
I need the advance
Tell me the money is near, I ain't out the van
Key close, gotta keep by the G code
Got three in a G4
Got A, B, C, D, E, F, G, X, Y and Z
I'm still balling D. Rose
I'm still off Vevos
I'm still looking like,
Still sipping on tea
My giant like Fifo, if you need know
Money in a C-Note like Do Re Mi Fa So La Ti Do
Did it for my niggas back
In a fiend house, crack on a trap phone in a crack home
Winter getting cold, had to go to grandma Lees
a jacket up out of Jack Jones
Rodger tellin' me get mad at the
bills, to the black phone, yeah
I had to switch to a
really shit you could tell us
All of niggas is jealous, ah
Running the check, money upset
All of niggas is mad at me
Ten chains, buy ten on a nigga look-alike swagged at me
I keep a girlfriend, too busy tryna make the bag happy
Cali girly throw it back at me in a back ally and a cat daddy,
I say bust down, down
I dick, it's your bitch
She gon' touchdown,
Bitch, I'm up now, now?
Fuck 'bout what you talkin'
That shit sound us now
My sound like what now?

I'm prayin' my exes don't ever get famous
Or flex on me with a rapper or an
Life in this business come with these different
You rather lie, tell me you still an
How you still an
You be lyin',
you fuck some niggas on me and
claim you see it from angles
I see the
I her crazy, shit, I know you as a good girl
Triple flowin', returns, flipper
night, call, I had sex off liquor
Trash bag full of dollar at the bar
That you ain't down to pick up for these niggas, it up
You hate it niggas gettin' dirty with they ones
Ain't the why you 'bout to get them Louboutins though
Ain't the reason why you 'bout to get your paid
them hoes throwin' shade, they should wear their best shades
She make a thousand on a bad day
10 I was shippin', she don't ever a half day
hold me down, was a pap boy
I did it to the fullest 'cause she to leave it half way
Hol' up, it, I can't, trust it
Fuckin' with you got me way up out the budget
a shot up, this is for the last night
Last night, before I lost you to the fast

Good gone bad, you gon' do your thing
Anything to get the bag, do your thing
If she do it, she gon' do it for the bag
If she do it, she gon' do it for the bag
Good girl gone bad, you go do thing
Skinny girl in my
to get the bag, go on do your thing
She don't dance but she
If she ever do it, she do it for the bag
She gon' do it for the
If she do it, she gon' do it for the bag
She dance but she dance