Luyện nghe bài hát Bank Account (Remix)

I'm willing to die for this
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 surviving this
And if I somethin', I ain't got the money
I'll probably be robbing shit
Don't know how much I cry for this
Said I am willing to for this shit
You know murder's my hobby inside of my closet, a of dead bodies and shit
Niggas say I'm cursed 'cause I go to church and stare at the Bible and shit
Shawty say I'm the worst, cos I do my dirt, and I don't be hiding shit

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