Luyện nghe bài hát Bank Rolls (Remix)

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