Luyện nghe bài hát Bank Account

1]
I buy a new car for the (for real)
I tear down the mall with the (for real)
You can't talk to the bitch (no)
She fucking with bosses and (oh God)
I pull up in 'rari's and shit, with choppers and Harley's and (for real)
I be Gucci'd down, you wearing and shit (bitch)
Yeah, Moncler, yeah, fur came off of that, (yeah)
Triple homicide, put me in a chair, (in jail)
cross the plug, we do not play fair, yeah (Oh god)
Got 'em tennis chains on and they blingy (blingy)
make you do the chicken head like Chingy (Chingy)
Walk in Marcus and I spend a light fifty (fifty)
proceed with caution, shooters, they be right with me (21)
Bad bitch, face and some nice titties
$7500 on a Saint jacket (yeah)
Bitch, be careful where you your ashes (bitch)
I ain't no sucker, I ain't cut for no (nah)
The skreets me, I'm a ho bastard (wild, wild, wild, wild)
I a 'Rari just so I can go faster (skrrt)
Niggas tryna copy me, playin' catch up (21)
I pull up in a Ghost, no Casper (21)
I smoking gas and I got no asthma

I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M's in my bank account, (Oh, God)
In my account, yeah (Oh God)
In my bank account, (Oh God)
In my bank account, (Oh God)
In my account, yeah (Oh God)
In my account, yeah (Oh God)
I got shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)
Ready to gun you down, (Oh God)
to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)
Ready to gun you down, (Oh God)
Ready to gun you down, (Oh God)
to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)

2]
dog I'm for real, dog (21)
Regular, buy the seats, I got a on the hill, dog (21)
Wanna see a body, Get you killed, dog (wet)
Wanna Tweet me, nigga? Get you killed, dog (wet)
Killed dog, I'm a dog, you a lil' dog (21)
Be a dog, wanna be a dog, mil's, dog
right in your bitch like O'Neal, dog
I like Reggie Mill', dog (21)
Chopper sting you a eel, dog

I got M's in my bank account, yeah (Oh, God)
In my account, yeah (Oh God)
In my bank account, (Oh God)
In my account, yeah (Oh God)
In my account, yeah (Oh God)
In my bank account, (Oh God)
I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, (fast)
to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)
Ready to gun you down, (Oh God)
to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)
Ready to gun you down, (Oh God)
Ready to gun you down, (Oh God)

3]
Roulette clips, send a hit
Pull up on your bitch, she say I got ruler dick
Spray block down, we not really with that rural shit
Glock cocked now, I don't give no fuck 'bout who I hit
Yeah, your bitch, she get with me
that Siggy with me
Bitch, I'm Mad Max, you I got Ziggy with me
Keep a mad mag in case wanna get busy with me
matte black and I got a Bentley with me

I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M's in my account, yeah (Oh, God)
In my account, yeah (Oh God)
In my bank account, (Oh God)
In my bank account, (Oh God)
In my bank account, (Oh God)
In my account, yeah (Oh God)
I got shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)
to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)
Ready to gun you down, (Oh God)
Ready to gun you down, (Oh God)
to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)
Ready to gun you down, (Oh God)

$7500 on a Laurent jacket (yeah)
Bitch, be careful where you dumpin' your (bitch)
I ain't no sucker, I cut for no action (nah)
The skreets me, I'm a ho bastard