Luyện nghe bài hát B.M.F

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

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

My Rolls Royce 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 it ground up, you bought it renovated
Talking plenty capers, nothing's been
Funny you claimin' the same that I'm penetratin'
the bottles up, where my comrades?
Where the fucking felons, where my at?
I got that Archie
And so white I just might charge ya double

These motherfuckers mad I'm icy
Stunt so make 'em come indict me
I think I'm Big Meech, look at my time
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 nigga crime
So a nigga, I'm self-made
You a nigga, I'm self-paid
This for my broke niggas, this for my niggas
Got a hundred on a of a snitch nigga

The thirty-six holes you bleedin' fam
Word to thirty-six O's in a kilogram
Blunt tip, like Caviar
Wild n' out, fishtailin', Subaru car
Out the passenger, lettin' the off
A egg of girl'll knock 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, 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