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

Yeah, bought a new white Wraith, last night, nearly it
Spinning out on a highway, 720 in a
Bad bitch in the passenger, seen her whole flashing
Ray whipping a McLaren behind me, nigga, spun right past him
Thank God I'm
Thank God but I probably spent a job on a ride
bubble, white Wraith, cost 19k, uh
But ain't 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' plaques 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', niggas are shoogin' me
Bust down, bust down, down
Raphael, you do to me?
I the money at last
I the money advance
me the money is near, I ain't coming out the van
Key close, gotta keep by the G code
Got three in a G4
Got A, B, C, D, E, F, G, X, Y and Z
I'm still balling D. Rose
I'm popping off Vevos
I'm looking like, wait
sipping on tea soles
My dick 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 getting cold, had to go to grandma Lees
Steal a up out of Jack Jones
Rodger tellin' me get mad at the
bills, switchin' to the phone, yeah
I had to to a tellers
Ain't shit you could tell us
All of y'all is jealous, ah
through the check, money upset
All of niggas is mad at me
Ten chains, buy ten rings on a look-alike swagged at me
I can't keep a girlfriend, too tryna make the bag happy
Cali girly throw it back at me in a ally and a cat daddy, yeah
I say bust down, bust
I dick, it's your bitch
She gon' touchdown,
Bitch, I'm up now, what
Fuck 'bout what you talkin'
That shit sound us now
My shit sound what now?

I'm prayin' that my exes don't ever get
Or on me with a rapper or an entertainer
Life in this come with these different dangers
You rather lie, tell me you still an
How you still an
You be lyin',
you just fuck some on me and
claim you see it different angles
I see the
I find her crazy, shit, I know you as a girl
Triple flowin', returns, flipper
night, call, I had sex off liquor
Trash bag of every dollar at the bar
That you ain't down to up for these niggas, throwin' it up
You hate it when niggas gettin' with they ones
Ain't the reason why you to get them Louboutins though
Ain't the reason why you 'bout to get rent paid
them hoes throwin' shade, they should wear their best shades
She gon' make a on a bad day
10 I was shippin', she don't ever 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, it, I can't, trust it
Fuckin' with you got me goin' way up out the
Pour a shot up, this is for the night
Last night, I lost you to the fast life

Good girl gone bad, you gon' do your
Anything to get the bag, gon' do your
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 dance but she
If she do it, she gon' do it for the bag
She gon' do it for the
If she ever do it, she do it for the bag
She don't but she dance