Luyện nghe bài hát B.M.F

Uh, uh
We blowin' fast on this side, nigga
Catch you up,

I think I'm Big Meech, Hoover
Whippin' work,
One nation, God
Real gettin' money from the fucking start
I think I'm Big Meech, Larry
Gettin' work,
One under God
Real niggas gettin' from the fucking start

My Rolls Royce black
I'm geechy, ho
Balling in the club, bottles I'm meechy, ho
Rose, my nickname
Cocaine in my big vein
Self-made, you just
I built it ground up, you bought it
Talking plenty capers, nothing's authenticated
Funny you claimin' the same bitch I'm penetratin'
Hold the bottles up, where my
Where the fucking felons, where my at?
I got that Bunker
And it's so white I just might charge ya

These mad that I'm icy
Stunt so hard make 'em come me
I I'm Big Meech, look at my time piece
It's an Audemar, hundred racks at
at yourself, now look at me
You see a nigga, I'm what you used to be
Look at it way, you niggas sideways
Always getting money, my crime pays
So fuck a nigga, I'm
You a sucka nigga, I'm
This for my broke niggas, this for my niggas
Got a hundred on a head of a snitch

The thirty-six leave you bleedin' fam
to them thirty-six O's in a kilogram
Blunt tip, orange like
Wild n' out, fishtailin', Rally car
Out the passenger, lettin' the off
A egg of that girl'll ya mommy and ya daddy off
Fuck and knock the emblem on the caddy off
buggin' out, blickin' at ya caddy doors
Did I mention, guns Red Dead Redemption
Nine mils, fifty clip
Hope is a mattress in the hood, I'm flippin' on it
And the like a chair, I'm sittin' on it