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

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

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

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