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

Yeah, bought a new white Wraith, last night, nearly 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, right past him
Thank God I'm
Thank God but I spent a bank job on a ride
bubble, white Wraith, cost 19k, uh
But that ain't of my safe, uh
All you rappers safe, uh
Let me say it the bass, uh
All you rappers safe, uh
All you ain't safe, uh
single had me in the crib puttin' platinum plaques into place
Dropped Luv, went top hop club, everything just
Grammy-nominated on the album, now motherfuckers see the face
at me
I know these niggas is trippin', niggas are shoogin' me
down, bust down, bust down
Raphael, you do to me?
I need the money at
I the money advance
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 still balling like D.
I'm still popping off
I'm still looking like,
Still on tea soles
My dick 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 back
In a fiend house, selling crack on a trap phone in a home
Winter getting cold, had to go to grandma Lees
Steal a jacket up out of Jack
Rodger me get mad at the phone
bills, switchin' to the phone, yeah
I had to switch to a
really shit you could tell us
All of niggas is jealous, ah
Running through the check, 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 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 feel dick, it's bitch
She touchdown, touchdown
Bitch, I'm up now, what
Fuck 'bout what you bout
That shit like us now
My shit sound what now?

I'm prayin' that my exes don't get famous
Or flex on me a rapper or an entertainer
Life in this come with these different dangers
You rather lie, tell me you still an
How you an angel?
You be lyin',
you just fuck some 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', trip returns,
night, call, I had sex off liquor
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
Ain't the reason why you 'bout to get Louboutins though
Ain't the reason why you 'bout to get rent paid
Tell them hoes throwin' shade, should wear their best shades
She gon' a thousand on a bad day
10 I was shippin', she don't take a half day
Just me down, was a pap boy
I did it to the fullest 'cause she to leave it half way
up, bust it, I can't, trust it
Fuckin' you got me goin' way up out the budget
Pour a 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 gone bad, you go do your thing
girl in my donk
Anything to get the bag, go on do 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 do it, she gon' do it for the bag
She dance but she dance