Luyện nghe bài hát B.M.F

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

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

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

These motherfuckers mad I'm icy
so hard make 'em come 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
This for my broke niggas, for my rich niggas
Got a hundred on a head of a nigga

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