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

My Rolls Royce black
I'm geechy, ho
Balling in the club, like I'm meechy, ho
Rose, my nickname
Cocaine runnin' in my big
Self-made, you affiliated
I built it ground up, you bought it
Talking plenty capers, nothing's authenticated
Funny you claimin' the bitch that I'm penetratin'
Hold the bottles up, where my
the fucking felons, where my dogs at?
I got that Bunker
And it's so white I might charge ya double

These mad that I'm icy
Stunt so hard make 'em indict me
I think I'm Big Meech, look at my time
It's an Audemar, racks at least
Look at yourself, now 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 nigga, I'm self-paid
This for my broke niggas, this for my rich
Got a on a head of a snitch nigga

The thirty-six holes leave you fam
Word to them thirty-six O's in a
Blunt tip, like Caviar
Wild n' out, fishtailin', Rally car
Out the passenger, the automatty off
A egg of that girl'll knock ya mommy and ya off
around and knock the emblem on the caddy off
Four-shooters buggin' out, blickin' at ya 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