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

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

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

The thirty-six holes leave you fam
Word to thirty-six O's in a kilogram
Blunt tip, orange like
Wild n' out, fishtailin', Rally car
Out the passenger, the automatty off
A egg of that girl'll knock ya mommy and ya off
Fuck around and the emblem on the caddy off
Four-shooters buggin' out, 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 like a chair, I'm sittin' on it