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, Larry
Whippin' work,
One nation, God
Real niggas gettin' money from the start
I think I'm Big Meech, Larry
Gettin' work,
One under God
Real niggas gettin' money 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 it ground up, you bought it renovated
Talking plenty capers, been authenticated
Funny you claimin' the bitch that I'm penetratin'
Hold the up, where my comrades?
Where the fucking felons, my dogs at?
I got that Archie
And it's so white I might charge ya double

These mad that I'm icy
Stunt so hard 'em come indict me
I think I'm Big Meech, look at my piece
It's an Audemar, hundred 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
This for my broke niggas, for my rich niggas
Got a hundred on a head of a snitch

The thirty-six holes leave you fam
Word to them O's in a kilogram
Blunt tip, orange Caviar
Wild n' out, fishtailin', Subaru car
Out the passenger, lettin' the off
A egg of that girl'll knock ya and ya daddy off
Fuck and knock the emblem on the caddy off
Four-shooters out, blickin' at ya caddy doors
Did I mention, guns from Red Redemption
Nine mils, fifty extensions?
Hope is like a mattress in the hood, I'm on it
And the money's like a chair, I'm on it