Luyện nghe bài hát Bank Account (Remix)

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

Bitch I'm a I spit at you bastards, I wonder what you gonna do to me hoe
I need to hear some more rapping I'm just not impressed by your cash or your hoe
All you my soldiers and I'm a
Goddammit you 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. Blue with my jeans, bought me a jeep, cuz I wasn't riding as
My bank account looking weak, don't look at me, I ain't got no for no fun
Starting to feel like Tyrese, I'm 'bout to trip, and start crying 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 coming up, I had to double up and tell these niggas up before they ride
And they 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, threw your iPad, I'm an in suicide
the bombs are loaded and your mind explode in the wind
Are you gonna sit down and
I was in the sewer
Me and the