Luyện nghe bài hát B.M.F

Uh, uh
We money fast on this side, nigga
you up, nigga

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

My Rolls Royce triple
I'm geechy, ho
in the club, bottles like I'm meechy, ho
Rose, that's my
runnin' in my big vein
Self-made, you affiliated
I built it ground up, you bought it
Talking plenty capers, nothing's been
Funny you claimin' the same that I'm penetratin'
Hold the up, where my comrades?
Where the fucking felons, where my at?
I got that Bunker
And it's so I just might charge ya double

These motherfuckers mad I'm icy
Stunt so hard make 'em indict me
I think I'm Big Meech, look at my piece
an Audemar, hundred racks at least
Look at yourself, now at me
You see a nigga, I'm what you used to be
Look at it this way, you niggas
Always getting money, my nigga crime
So a nigga, I'm self-made
You a nigga, I'm self-paid
for my broke niggas, this for my rich niggas
Got a hundred on a of a snitch nigga

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