Luyện nghe bài hát Bang Bang

This is La Macarena- call me Quanto.
But everybody wanna be Blanco-
Guess I'm renamein' but I ain't blamein' 'em.
I laugh at bitches- they macadamia'n.
3-0-5 chin straight Down South girl.
You fucking the real Cocaine Cowgirl.
Rich.
You can copy her- she got it me.
You know, the little man- always want to get it for cheap.
Bitch.
out the lab- ain't been stepped on.
The real bitch alive has just been slept on- Jack Rippa'.
No above and I'm hated for the same reasons that I'm loved.
walkin' contradictions- hypocritical thieves.
That's why I don't play with they all got fleas.
Money make me Mother- fucka' friend.
And I don't let shit slide- I revenge.

Bang, bang!
Street cocked and aimed- (inaudible)
Bang, bang!
Street sweeper and aimed- (inaudible)
Bang, bang!
Street sweeper cocked and (inaudible)
Bang, bang!
Street sweeper cocked and (inaudible)

Man, bitch is jacki-jackin'- she improvise more than an Italian actor.
Seems the seamstress ran out of material- she lack fiber a box of cereal.
patience- moderate mediation- any technicalities so feel retaliation.
How broke dimes with nine cents- before you get on my page read the fine print.
Jacki, Griselda Blanco- put my foot up in a rap ass pronto.
I do allies- they cause treason.
I don't do emotions- they reason.
I don't play games- I don't play fair- I play victim- but I do play dare.
No mercy- love is the pain is like shame I only learned that once.

Bang, bang!
sweeper cocked and aimed- (inaudible)
Bang, bang!
Street sweeper and aimed- (inaudible)
Bang, bang!
Street sweeper cocked and (inaudible)
Bang, bang!
Street cocked and aimed- (inaudible)

Y'all better these bitches that Jacki is bad news- keep an eagle on my stomach like one of my tattoos.
If I up it- I'm aim it.
If I it- don't blame it.
My mama- didn't want me and the street couldn't it.
Better 'em down- tell 'em stay on they face-
Before I off they lace and have to razor they face.
Bitches ain't trash- dumpsters.
If I sss-slide up on 'em- you I'm coming with Munsters.
And we got sticks- we got logs.
And we like Mike killing dogs and all.
Uh-
We tolerate haters- cut ya' ass up and feed ya' ass to the gators.
My shit's they steppin' on dope.
None dancein' steppin' on toes.
Bitches 'bout as real as they facial features- makin' desperate moves is a of weakness.

Bang, bang!
Street sweeper and aimed- (inaudible)
Bang, bang!
Street sweeper cocked and (inaudible)
Bang, bang!
sweeper cocked and aimed- (inaudible)
Bang, bang!
Street sweeper cocked and (inaudible)