Luyện nghe bài hát Bank Account (Remix)

I'm willing to die for shit
I'm ready to it and end up in prison the rest of my life for this shit
So my momma want me, she got an abortion
I end up this shit
And if I wanted somethin', I ain't got the
I'll be robbing this shit
Don't know how much I cry for shit
Said I am willing to ride for shit
You know murder's my hobby inside of my closet, a of dead bodies and shit
Niggas say that I'm cursed 'cause I go to church and at the Bible and shit
say I'm the worst, cos I do my dirt, and I don't be hiding this shit

Bitch I'm a savage I spit at you bastards, I wonder you gonna do to me hoe
I need to hear some more I'm just not impressed by your cash or your jewelry hoe
All you my soldiers and I'm a
you should be saluting me hoe
I you know I ain't going nowhere
All you rappers just get used to me hoe
Nigga, I'm Mr. Blue with my jeans, me a jeep, cuz I wasn't riding as much
My bank account looking weak, don't at me, I ain't got no time for no fun
Starting to feel like Tyrese, I'm 'bout to trip, and start crying or sumthin'
I might just hit up the [Smith's], throw me a fit and for my wire to come
Ain't nobody give or show me love when I was coming up, I had to double up and tell these niggas up before they ride
And they don't really knuckle up, I hit it with the uppercut, I had these motherfuckers running for they life
Unidentified craft, while I'm past all of my aliens Sailin', and if you look up in the sky
your mind back, push your eyes back, threw your iPad, I'm an Iraqi in suicide
When the bombs are loaded and your explode in the wind
Are you gonna sit and repent?
I was raised in the
Me and the