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 shit
And if I wanted somethin', I ain't got the
I'll probably be this shit
Don't know how I cry for this shit
I am willing to ride for this shit
You know murder's my hobby inside of my closet, a bunch of 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 don't be hiding this

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 cash or jewelry hoe
All you my soldiers and I'm a
Goddammit you should be me hoe
I hope you know I ain't going
All you just better get used to me hoe
Nigga, I'm Mr. Blue with my jeans, bought me a jeep, cuz I 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 just hit up the [Smith's], 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 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
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 in the sewer
Me and the