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, seen her life flashing
Ray whipping a McLaren right behind me, nigga, spun past him
God I'm alive
Thank God but I probably spent a job on a ride
Black bubble, white Wraith, 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 singers safe, uh
single had me in the crib puttin' platinum plaques into place
Dropped Luv, top hop club, everything just grace
on the first album, now motherfuckers see the face
at me
I know these niggas is trippin', these are shoogin' me
down, bust down, bust down
Raphael, you do to me?
I need the money at
I need the money
Tell me the is near, I ain't 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 like D. Rose
I'm popping off Vevos
I'm looking like, wait
sipping on tea soles
My giant like Fifo, if you need know
Money in a C-Note like Do Re Mi Fa So La Ti Do
Did it for my back home
In a fiend house, crack on a trap phone in a crack home
Winter time cold, had to go to grandma Lees
Steal a jacket up out of Jack
Rodger tellin' me get mad at the
bills, switchin' to the black phone,
I had to switch to a
Ain't really shit you tell us
All of y'all is jealous, ah
through the check, money upset
All of these is mad at me
Ten chains, buy ten on a nigga look-alike swagged at me
I can't keep a girlfriend, too busy make the bag happy
girly throw it back at me in a back ally and a cat daddy, yeah
I say bust down, bust
I feel dick, it's your
She gon' touchdown,
Bitch, I'm up now, now?
Fuck 'bout you talkin' bout
That shit sound us now
My sound like what now?

I'm prayin' that my exes don't get famous
Or flex on me with a rapper or an
Life in business come with these different dangers
You lie, tell me you still 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 find her crazy, shit, I know you as a girl
Triple flowin', returns, flipper
night, call, I had sex off liquor
Trash bag full of every at the bar
That you ain't 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 them though
Ain't the reason why you 'bout to get rent paid
Tell hoes throwin' shade, they should wear their best shades
She make a thousand on a bad day
10 I was shippin', she don't take a half day
hold me down, was a pap boy
I did it to the fullest 'cause she hate to it half way
Hol' up, it, I can't, trust it
Fuckin' with you got me goin' way up out the
a shot up, this is for the last night
Last night, before I lost you to the fast

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