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

Yeah, bought a new Wraith, last 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 right me, nigga, spun right past him
Thank God I'm
Thank God but I probably spent a job on a ride
Black bubble, Wraith, cost 19k, uh
But that ain't 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 had me in the crib puttin' platinum plaques into place
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', these 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 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 D. Rose
I'm still popping off
I'm looking like, wait
sipping on tea soles
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 home
In a fiend house, selling crack on a trap in a crack home
Winter time cold, had to go to grandma Lees
Steal a up out of Jack Jones
Rodger me get mad at the phone
bills, switchin' to the black phone,
I had to to a tellers
Ain't really shit you could us
All of y'all is jealous, ah
Running through the check, money
All of these is mad at me
Ten chains, buy ten rings on a nigga swagged at me
I can't keep a girlfriend, too tryna make the bag happy
Cali girly it back at me in a back ally and a cat daddy, yeah
I say down, bust down
I feel dick, it's bitch
She gon' touchdown,
Bitch, I'm up now, what
Fuck 'bout what you talkin'
shit sound like us now
My shit sound like now?

I'm that my exes don't ever get famous
Or flex on me a rapper or an entertainer
in this business come with 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
you see it from different angles
I see the
I her crazy, shit, I know you as a good girl
Triple flowin', returns, flipper
Last night, call, I had sex off
bag full of every dollar at the bar
That you down to pick up for these niggas, throwin' it up
You hate it when niggas gettin' dirty they ones
Ain't the reason why you to get them Louboutins though
Ain't the reason why you 'bout to get your rent
Tell them hoes throwin' shade, 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 'cause she hate to leave it half way
Hol' up, 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 gone bad, you do your thing
Anything to get the bag, 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
Good girl bad, you go do your thing
Skinny girl in my
Anything to get the bag, go on do thing
She don't but she dance
If she ever do it, she 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