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

Yeah, bought a new white Wraith, night, nearly crashed it
Spinning out on a highway, 720 in a
Bad bitch in the passenger, seen her whole 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, Wraith, cost 19k, uh
But that ain't of my safe, uh
All you ain't safe, uh
Let me say it the bass, uh
All you rappers safe, uh
All you ain't safe, uh
First had me in the crib 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
Bust down, bust down, bust
Raphael, you do to me?
I need the money at
I the money advance
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 like D. Rose
I'm popping off Vevos
I'm looking like, wait
Still sipping on tea
My dick giant Fifo, if you need know
singing in a C-Note 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
time getting cold, had to go to grandma Lees
Steal a up out of Jack Jones
tellin' me get mad at the phone
bills, switchin' to the phone, yeah
I had to to a tellers
really shit you could tell us
All of y'all is jealous, ah
Running the check, money upset
All of these is mad at me
Ten chains, buy ten rings on a 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 and a cat daddy, yeah
I say down, bust down
I feel dick, your bitch
She touchdown, touchdown
Bitch, I'm up now, what
Fuck 'bout what you talkin'
That shit like us now
My shit sound what now?

I'm prayin' my exes don't ever get famous
Or flex on me with a rapper or an
Life in this business come these different dangers
You rather lie, tell me you an angel
How you an angel?
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', trip returns,
Last night, call, I had sex off
Trash bag full of dollar 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 why you 'bout to get them Louboutins though
Ain't the why you 'bout to get your rent paid
Tell them hoes throwin' shade, they should wear their shades
She gon' make a on a bad day
10 I was shippin', she ever take a half day
hold me down, was a pap boy
I did it to the fullest 'cause she hate to leave it 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
night, before I lost you to the fast life

Good girl gone bad, you gon' do thing
to get the bag, gon' do your 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 in my donk
Anything to get the bag, go on do your
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 don't but she dance