Luyện nghe bài hát Bank Rolls (Remix)

Bitch I'm from Baltimore, you say you was, I seen you
What part you on? I got family on The Alameda
I love my city, ask about me and I bet know me
My good in any hood, I hung around Tivoly
I got a bitch that live on Appleton, she them killers
I re-up I hit my partner, them in Garden Village
My uncle Jimmy the corner on the avenue
You blocking that's the type of shit I never do
I'm from the east side, you know what kind of I'm on
But I be everywhere, I sold drugs in
I know niggas down the hill that got it for the low
I live in Bird City, nigga you know
And I go nowhere unless a nigga strapped up
And if you fuck a Morgan you better strap up
shit'll get you and your niggas clapped up
We with the shits, you pussy better not act up
My nigga Pistol Pete was and raised on Biddle Street
My died, he ain't make it to see 23
I got a bitch that up Norma's and that pussy wet
And every day she hacks to get to Lafayette
She she strippin' tryna get the fuck up out the 'jects
But ain't none of my business, I'm just tryna get the neck
A lot of rappers in my city, half you niggas
And I ain't ever been a bitch, I'm shit a stack
Aye someone go and tell the DJ they bring this back
I a G since kiddie discos at the Hammer Jacks
I swear to God I could never a dumb hoe
She live on Monroe but she Marilyn Monroe
See all my niggas never love 'em, we be those
Cause all Instagram famous bitches sharin' clothes
My mama told me, "Boy stop after stank hoes"
Cause all these bitches ever was your bankroll
Someone go and tell the DJ they should this back
Someone go and the DJ they should bring this back
I love my city, ask me and I bet they know me
I love my city, ask me and I bet they know me
I my city, ask about me and I bet they know me
I my city, ask about me and I bet they know me
My mama told me, "Boy stop chasin' after hoes"
Cause all bitches ever wanted was your bankroll
I'm a bankroll
You said you run the city, oh my bad, I know
The love me so it ain't nowhere I can't go
We never lackin' and we to let them thangs show
We let them go
I'm talkin' Montpelier to Glen Eagle, I my people
With the Miley Cyrus, the Bobby Brown, the sour
Stealin' out my purse, if she catch you I bet she beat you
Used to in alleyways, we was duckin' them dirty needles
I swear the ain't the same since we lost Swift
She'll live forever, to the city she was gift
We the police we ain't with none of that nonsense
These other rappers soul, ain't got no content
I rep the struggle, I know you hate me, fuck it, I love you
me bubble, we done up with the rod so they in trouble
I don't fumble, was in the gutter, I love the jungle
I never had shit but a dream, now I see them
Someone go and tell the DJ they should bring back
Someone go and tell the DJ they should bring this
I love my city, ask about me and I bet they me
I my city, ask about me and I bet they know me
I love my city, ask about me and I bet know me
I love my city, ask me and I bet they know me
My mama me, "Boy stop chasin' after stank hoes"
Cause all bitches ever wanted was your bankroll