Luyện nghe bài hát B.M.F

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

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

My Rolls triple black
I'm geechy, ho
Balling in the club, bottles I'm meechy, ho
Rose, that's my
Cocaine runnin' in my big
Self-made, you affiliated
I built it ground up, you it renovated
Talking plenty capers, nothing's been
Funny you claimin' the bitch that I'm penetratin'
the bottles up, where my comrades?
Where the fucking felons, where my at?
I got Archie Bunker
And it's so white I just might ya double

These mad that I'm icy
Stunt so hard 'em come indict me
I think I'm Big Meech, at my time piece
It's an Audemar, hundred racks at
at yourself, now look at me
You can't see a nigga, I'm what you to be
at it this way, you niggas sideways
Always getting money, my crime pays
So fuck a nigga, I'm
You a nigga, I'm self-paid
for my broke niggas, this for my rich niggas
Got a hundred on a head of a nigga

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