Luyện nghe bài hát B.M.F

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

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

My Rolls triple black
I'm geechy, ho
Balling in the club, like I'm meechy, ho
Rose, that's my
runnin' in my big vein
Self-made, you just
I built it ground up, you bought it
Talking plenty capers, been authenticated
Funny you claimin' the same bitch that I'm
Hold the bottles up, where my
Where the felons, where my dogs at?
I got that Bunker
And it's so I just might charge ya double

These mad that I'm icy
so hard make 'em come indict me
I think I'm Big Meech, look at my time
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 pays
So a nigga, I'm self-made
You a sucka nigga, I'm
This for my broke niggas, this for my niggas
Got a on a head of a snitch nigga

The holes leave you bleedin' fam
to them thirty-six O's in a kilogram
Blunt tip, orange like
Wild n' out, fishtailin', Subaru car
Out the passenger, the automatty off
A egg of girl'll knock 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 from Red Redemption
Nine mils, fifty extensions?
Hope is a mattress in the hood, I'm flippin' on it
And the like a chair, I'm sittin' on it