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 me and I bet they know me
My name in any hood, I hung around Tivoly
I got a bitch live on Appleton, she love them killers
When I re-up I hit my partner, them in Garden
My uncle 'round the corner on the avenue
You baller blocking the type of shit I never do
I'm from the east side, you know 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 in Bird City, nigga you already know
And I don't go nowhere unless a nigga up
And if you a Morgan bitch you better strap up
Talkin' shit'll get you and your clapped up
We with the shits, you niggas better not act up
My nigga Pistol Pete was born and raised on Street
My died, he ain't make it to see 23
I got a bitch that work up and that pussy wet
And every day she hacks to get to Lafayette
She said she strippin' get the fuck up out the 'jects
But ain't none of my business, I'm just tryna get the neck
A lot of in my city, half you niggas wack
And I ain't ever been a bitch, I'm keepin' shit a
Aye someone go and tell the DJ should bring this back
I been a G since discos at the Hammer Jacks
I swear to God I never love a dumb hoe
She live on Monroe but she Marilyn Monroe
See all my niggas never love 'em, we be sharin'
Cause all these famous bitches sharin' clothes
My mama told me, "Boy stop after stank hoes"
Cause all these bitches wanted was your bankroll
Someone go and tell the DJ they should bring this
Someone go and tell the DJ should bring this back
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 me and I bet they know me
I love my city, ask me and I bet they know me
My mama told me, "Boy chasin' after stank 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 trenches love me so it ain't nowhere I go
We lackin' and we love 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
out my mama's purse, if she catch you I bet she beat you
Used to play in alleyways, we was duckin' dirty needles
I swear the city ain't the same since we Swift
She'll live forever, to the she was God's gift
We the police we ain't with none of that nonsense
These other lackin' soul, ain't got no content
I rep the struggle, I know that you hate me, it, I love you
Watch me bubble, we done up with the rod so in trouble
I don't fumble, was in the gutter, I love the jungle
I ain't never had but a dream, now I see them
Someone go and tell the DJ they should this back
Someone go and tell the DJ they should this back
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 love my city, ask about me and I bet know me
I my city, ask about me and I bet they know me
My mama told me, "Boy stop chasin' stank hoes"
Cause all these bitches ever wanted was bankroll