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

Yeah, bought a new white Wraith, last night, crashed it
out on a highway, 720 in a Aspin
Bad bitch in the passenger, seen her whole flashing
Ray whipping a right behind me, nigga, spun right past him
God I'm alive
Thank God but I probably spent a bank job on a
bubble, white Wraith, cost 19k, uh
But that 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 singers safe, uh
First single had me in the puttin' platinum plaques into place
Dropped Luv, went top hop club, everything just
Grammy-nominated on the first album, now motherfuckers see the
at me
I know these is trippin', these niggas are shoogin' me
down, bust down, bust down
Raphael, you do to me?
I need the money at
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 balling like D. Rose
I'm still popping off
I'm still looking like,
Still sipping on tea
My dick like Fifo, if you need know
singing in a C-Note like Do Re Mi Fa So La Ti Do
Did it for my niggas back
In a fiend house, selling crack on a phone in a crack home
Winter getting cold, had to go to grandma Lees
Steal a jacket up out of Jack
Rodger tellin' me get mad at the
bills, to the black phone, yeah
I had to switch to a
Ain't really shit you tell us
All of niggas is jealous, ah
Running the check, money upset
All of niggas is mad at me
Ten chains, buy ten on a nigga look-alike swagged at me
I can't keep a girlfriend, too busy tryna the bag happy
Cali girly throw it back at me in a ally and a cat daddy, yeah
I say down, bust down
I feel dick, your bitch
She gon' touchdown,
Bitch, I'm up now, what
Fuck 'bout 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 these different
You rather lie, tell me you still an
How you still an
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', trip returns,
Last night, call, I had sex off
Trash bag of every dollar at the bar
That you down to pick up for these niggas, throwin' it up
You hate it when niggas gettin' with they ones
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 their best shades
She make a thousand on a bad day
10 I was shippin', she don't take a half day
hold me down, was a pap boy
I did it to the fullest 'cause she hate to 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, this is for the last
Last night, before I you to the fast life

Good girl gone bad, you gon' do 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
Good girl gone bad, you go do thing
girl in my donk
Anything to get the bag, go on do your
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