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

Yeah, bought a new white Wraith, 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 behind me, nigga, spun right past him
God I'm alive
Thank God but I probably spent a bank job on a
Black bubble, Wraith, cost 19k, uh
But that none 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 into place
Dropped Luv, went top hop club, everything grace
Grammy-nominated on the first album, now see the face
at me
I know these niggas is trippin', these niggas are me
Bust down, bust down, bust
Raphael, you do to me?
I need the at last
I the money advance
Tell me the is near, I ain't coming out the van
Key close, gotta keep 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,
sipping on tea soles
My giant like Fifo, if you need 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 phone in a crack home
Winter time cold, had to go to grandma Lees
Steal a jacket up out of 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 niggas is jealous, ah
Running through the check, money
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 make the bag
Cali girly throw it back at me in a back ally and a cat daddy,
I say down, bust down
I feel dick, your bitch
She touchdown, touchdown
Bitch, I'm up now, now?
Fuck 'bout what you talkin'
shit sound like us now
My shit sound what now?

I'm prayin' that my exes don't ever get
Or flex on me with a rapper or an
Life in this business come with different dangers
You rather lie, tell me you an angel
How you still an
You be lyin',
you just fuck niggas on me and
claim you see it from angles
I see the
I find her crazy, shit, I know you as a good
Triple flowin', returns, flipper
Last night, call, I had sex off
Trash bag full of 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 reason why you 'bout to get your rent
Tell them hoes throwin' shade, they wear their best shades
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 'cause she to leave it half way
up, bust it, I can't, trust 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 bad, you gon' do your 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
to get the bag, go on do your thing
She don't 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 dance but she dance