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
Thank God I'm
God but I probably spent 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 ain't 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 grace
Grammy-nominated on the 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 need the at last
I need the money
Tell me the money is near, I coming out the van
Key close, gotta hoes by the G code
Got hoes 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 sipping on tea
My dick giant like Fifo, if you know
Money singing in a like Do Re Mi Fa So La Ti Do
Did it for my niggas home
In a fiend house, selling crack on a trap phone in a crack
Winter time getting cold, had to go to Lees
Steal a jacket up out of Jones
Rodger me get mad at the phone
bills, to the black phone, yeah
I had to to a tellers
really shit you could tell us
All of niggas is jealous, ah
through the check, money upset
All of niggas is mad at me
Ten chains, buy ten rings on a nigga swagged at me
I can't 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 down, bust down
I feel dick, it's your
She gon' touchdown,
Bitch, I'm up now, what
Fuck 'bout what you talkin'
That shit sound us now
My shit sound like now?

I'm prayin' that my exes don't ever get
Or on me with a rapper or an entertainer
Life in this business come these different dangers
You lie, tell me you still an angel
How you still an
You be lyin',
you fuck some niggas on me and
claim you see it from angles
I see the
I find her crazy, shit, I know you as a girl
Triple flowin', returns, flipper
night, call, I had sex off liquor
Trash bag full of every at the bar
That you ain't down to pick up for these niggas, it up
You hate it when niggas gettin' dirty they ones
Ain't the reason why you 'bout to get them though
Ain't the reason why you 'bout to get your paid
Tell them hoes shade, they should wear their best shades
She gon' make a 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 '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, is for the last night
Last night, before I lost you to the 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
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 do it for the money
If she ever do it, she do it for the bag
She don't but she dance