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 ain't me, she got an abortion
I end up this shit
And if I wanted somethin', I got the money
I'll be robbing this shit
Don't know how much I cry for shit
Said I am to ride for this shit
You know murder's my hobby inside of my closet, a bunch of dead and shit
Niggas say that I'm cursed 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 this

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 by your cash or your jewelry 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, me a jeep, cuz I wasn't riding as much
My account looking weak, don't look 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 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 buckle up before ride
And they don't really wanna knuckle up, I hit it with the uppercut, I had these motherfuckers running for they
Unidentified craft, while I'm flying past all of my Sailin', and if you look up in the sky
Blew your mind back, push eyes back, threw your iPad, I'm an Iraqi in suicide
the bombs are loaded and your mind explode in the wind
Are you gonna sit and repent?
I was raised in the
Me and the