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

Yeah, a new white 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 right behind me, nigga, spun past him
God I'm alive
Thank God but I probably spent a bank job on a
Black bubble, white Wraith, 19k, uh
But that ain't of my safe, uh
All you rappers safe, uh
Let me say it the bass, uh
All you ain't safe, uh
All you ain't safe, uh
First single had me in the crib puttin' platinum plaques place
Luv, went top hop club, everything just grace
Grammy-nominated on the album, now motherfuckers see the face
at me
I know these niggas is trippin', these niggas are me
Bust down, down, bust down
Raphael, you do to me?
I need the at last
I need the money
Tell me the money is near, I ain't out the van
Key close, keep hoes by the G code
Got hoes in a G4
Got A, B, C, D, E, F, G, X, Y and Z
I'm balling like D. Rose
I'm popping off Vevos
I'm looking like, wait
Still sipping on tea
My dick giant like Fifo, if you know
Money singing in a C-Note Do Re Mi Fa So La Ti Do
Did it for my back home
In a fiend house, selling on a trap phone in a crack home
time getting cold, had to go to grandma Lees
Steal a up out of Jack Jones
tellin' me get mad at the phone
bills, to the black phone, yeah
I had to to a tellers
Ain't really shit you could us
All of y'all is jealous, ah
Running through the check, money
All of these is mad at me
Ten chains, buy ten rings on a look-alike swagged at me
I keep a girlfriend, too busy tryna make the bag happy
Cali girly throw it at me in a back ally and a cat daddy, yeah
I say bust down, bust
I dick, it's your bitch
She touchdown, touchdown
Bitch, I'm up now, what
Fuck 'bout what you talkin'
That shit sound us now
My sound like what now?

I'm prayin' that my don't ever get famous
Or on me with a rapper or an entertainer
Life in this business come with these dangers
You rather lie, tell me you an angel
How you still an
You be lyin',
you just fuck some on me and
claim you see it from different
I see the
I find her crazy, shit, I know you as a good
flowin', trip returns, flipper
Last night, call, I had sex off
Trash bag full of dollar at the bar
you ain't down to pick up for these niggas, throwin' it up
You hate it niggas gettin' dirty with they ones
Ain't the reason why you 'bout to get them Louboutins
Ain't the why you 'bout to get your rent paid
Tell them 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 'cause she hate to leave it half way
Hol' up, it, I can't, trust it
Fuckin' with you got me way up out the budget
Pour a up, this is for the last night
Last night, I lost you to the fast life

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