Luyện nghe bài hát Bank Rolls (Remix)

Bitch I'm from Baltimore, you say you was, I never you
What part you on? I got family on The Alameda
I my city, ask about me and I bet they know me
My name good in any hood, I hung Tivoly
I got a bitch live on Appleton, she love them killers
I re-up I hit my partner, them in Garden Village
My uncle 'round the corner on the avenue
You baller blocking that's the of shit I never do
I'm from the east side, you what kind of shit I'm on
But I be everywhere, I sold drugs in
I know some niggas down the hill 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 niggas up
We with the shits, you pussy niggas not act up
My nigga Pistol was born and raised on Biddle Street
My nigga died, he make it to see 23
I got a bitch that work up and that pussy wet
And day she catchin' hacks to get to Lafayette
She said she strippin' tryna get the fuck up out the
But that ain't none of my business, I'm tryna get the neck
A lot of in my city, half you niggas wack
And I ain't ever a bitch, I'm keepin' shit a stack
Aye someone go and tell the DJ they should bring this
I been a G since discos at the Hammer Jacks
I swear to God I could never love a hoe
She live on Monroe but she Marilyn Monroe
See all my niggas never 'em, we be sharin' those
Cause all these Instagram bitches sharin' clothes
My told me, "Boy stop chasin' after stank hoes"
Cause all these bitches ever was your bankroll
Someone go and tell the DJ 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 they 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
My mama told me, "Boy stop chasin' after 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 love me so it ain't nowhere I can't go
We lackin' and we love to let them thangs show
We let them go
I'm talkin' Montpelier to Eagle, I love my people
With the Miley Cyrus, the Bobby Brown, the sour
Stealin' out my purse, if she catch you I bet she beat you
to play in alleyways, we was duckin' them dirty needles
I swear the city ain't the same we lost Swift
She'll live forever, to the city she was God's
We showed the police we ain't with of that nonsense
These rappers 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 fumble, was raised in the gutter, I love the jungle
I never had shit but a dream, now I see them
Someone go and the DJ they should bring this back
Someone go and tell the DJ they should this back
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
I love my city, ask me and I bet they know me
My mama told me, "Boy stop chasin' after hoes"
all these bitches ever wanted was your bankroll