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
Thank God I'm
Thank God but I probably a bank job on a ride
bubble, white 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 rappers safe, uh
All you singers safe, uh
First single had me in the crib puttin' platinum plaques into
Dropped Luv, went top hop club, just grace
Grammy-nominated on the first album, now motherfuckers see the
at me
I know these niggas is trippin', niggas are shoogin' me
Bust down, bust down, bust
Raphael, you do to me?
I the money at last
I the money advance
Tell me the money is near, I coming out the van
Key close, gotta keep hoes by the G
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 off Vevos
I'm still like, wait
Still sipping on tea
My dick giant Fifo, if you need know
Money singing in a C-Note 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 home
Winter time getting cold, had to go to Lees
Steal a jacket up out of Jones
Rodger tellin' me get mad at the
bills, switchin' to the phone, yeah
I had to to a tellers
Ain't really shit you tell us
All of y'all is jealous, ah
Running through the check, money
All of niggas is mad at me
Ten chains, buy ten rings on a look-alike swagged at me
I keep a girlfriend, too busy tryna make the bag happy
Cali girly throw it back at me in a back and a cat daddy, yeah
I say bust down, bust
I feel dick, your bitch
She gon' touchdown,
Bitch, I'm up now, what
Fuck 'bout what you bout
That sound like us now
My shit sound like what

I'm prayin' that my exes don't ever get
Or flex on me 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 different
I see the
I find her crazy, shit, I know you as a good
flowin', trip returns, flipper
Last night, call, I had sex off
bag full of every dollar at the bar
That you ain't down to pick up for niggas, throwin' it up
You hate it when niggas gettin' dirty with ones
Ain't the reason why you 'bout to get them though
Ain't the reason why you 'bout to get your rent
Tell them hoes throwin' shade, should wear their best shades
She make a thousand on a bad day
10 I was shippin', she don't ever take a day
Just me down, was a pap boy
I did it to the fullest she hate to leave it half way
Hol' up, bust it, I can't, it
Fuckin' with you got me way up out the budget
Pour a up, this is for the last night
Last night, I lost you to the fast life

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