Luyện nghe bài hát Bank Account (Remix)

I'm to die for this shit
I'm ready to flip it and end up in prison the rest of my life for this
So my momma ain't 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
know how much I cry for this shit
Said I am willing to for this shit
You know murder's my hobby of my closet, a bunch of dead bodies and shit
say that 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 be hiding this shit

Bitch I'm a savage I spit at you bastards, I what you gonna do to me hoe
I need to hear some more rapping I'm just not impressed by your or your jewelry hoe
All you my and I'm a lieutenant
Goddammit you be saluting me hoe
I hope you I ain't going nowhere
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, don't look at me, I got no time for no fun
Starting to feel like Tyrese, I'm 'bout to trip, and maybe start or sumthin'
I might hit up the [Smith's], throw me a fit and wait for my wire to come
Ain't nobody give or show me love when I was up, I had to double up and tell these niggas buckle up before they ride
And don't really wanna knuckle up, I hit it with the uppercut, I had these motherfuckers running for they life
Unidentified craft, while I'm flying all of my aliens Sailin', and if you look up in the sky
Blew your mind back, push your eyes back, your iPad, I'm an Iraqi in suicide
When the are loaded and your mind explode in the wind
Are you gonna sit and repent?
I was in the sewer
Me and the