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

Yeah, bought a new white Wraith, last night, nearly 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, spun right him
God I'm alive
Thank God but I probably a bank job on a ride
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' platinum plaques into
Dropped Luv, went top hop club, everything just
on the first album, now motherfuckers see the face
at me
I know 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 is near, I ain't coming out the van
Key close, keep hoes 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 like D.
I'm popping off Vevos
I'm still like, wait
Still on tea soles
My dick giant like Fifo, if you need
singing in a C-Note like 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 getting cold, had to go to Lees
a jacket up out of Jack Jones
Rodger me get mad at the phone
bills, switchin' to the phone, yeah
I had to to a tellers
Ain't really shit you tell us
All of y'all is jealous, ah
Running through the check, upset
All of these is mad at me
Ten chains, buy ten rings on a look-alike swagged at me
I can't keep a girlfriend, too busy tryna make the bag
Cali girly throw it back at me in a back and a cat daddy, yeah
I say down, bust down
I feel dick, it's bitch
She touchdown, touchdown
Bitch, I'm up now, what
Fuck 'bout you talkin' bout
That shit sound us now
My shit like what now?

I'm prayin' my exes don't ever get famous
Or on me with a rapper or an entertainer
Life in this business come these different dangers
You rather lie, tell me you still an
How you an angel?
You be lyin',
you just some niggas on me and
claim you see it from angles
I see the
I find her crazy, shit, I you as a good girl
flowin', trip 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 niggas gettin' dirty with they
Ain't the reason why you 'bout to get Louboutins though
Ain't the why you 'bout to get your rent paid
Tell them hoes throwin' shade, they should wear their best
She make a thousand on a bad day
10 I was shippin', she ever take a half day
Just me down, was a pap boy
I did it to the fullest she hate to leave it half way
Hol' up, bust it, I can't, it
Fuckin' with you got me way up out the budget
Pour a shot up, is for the last night
Last night, before I lost you to the life

Good girl gone bad, you gon' do thing
to get the bag, gon' 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
girl gone bad, you go do your thing
Skinny girl in my
Anything to get the bag, go on do thing
She dance but she dance
If she do it, she gon' do it for the bag
She gon' do it for the
If she ever do it, she do it for the bag
She dance but she dance