Luyện nghe bài hát Bank Rolls (Remix)

Bitch I'm from Baltimore, you say you was, I never you
part you on? I got some family on The Alameda
I love my city, ask about me and I bet they me
My name good in any hood, I hung around
I got a bitch that on Appleton, she love them killers
I re-up I hit my partner, them in Garden Village
My uncle Jimmy 'round the corner on the
You baller blocking that's the of shit I never do
I'm from the east side, you know what of shit I'm on
But I be everywhere, I sold in Woodlawn
I some niggas down 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 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 ain't it to see 23
I got a that work up Norma's and that pussy wet
And day she catchin' hacks to get to Lafayette
She she strippin' tryna get the fuck up out the 'jects
But that ain't of my business, I'm just tryna get the neck
A lot of rappers in my city, half you wack
And I ain't ever a bitch, I'm keepin' shit a stack
Aye someone go and tell the DJ they bring this back
I been a G kiddie discos at the Hammer Jacks
I swear to God I never love a dumb hoe
She live on Monroe but swear she Marilyn
See all my niggas never love 'em, we be sharin'
Cause all Instagram famous bitches sharin' clothes
My mama told me, "Boy stop chasin' after hoes"
Cause all bitches ever wanted was your bankroll
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 about me and I bet know me
I my city, ask about me and I bet they know me
I love my city, ask about me and I bet they me
I love my city, ask about me and I bet know me
My mama told me, "Boy stop chasin' stank hoes"
Cause all these bitches ever was your bankroll
I'm a bankroll
You said you run the city, oh my bad, I ain't
The trenches me so it ain't nowhere I can't go
We never lackin' and we love to let thangs show
We let thangs go
I'm talkin' Montpelier to Glen Eagle, I my people
the Miley Cyrus, the Bobby Brown, the sour diesel
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 the same since we lost Swift
She'll live forever, to the city she was God's
We the police we ain't with none 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 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 bring this back
go and tell the DJ they should bring this back
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 my city, ask about me and I bet they know me
I love my city, ask about me and I bet know me
My mama told me, "Boy stop chasin' stank hoes"
all these bitches ever wanted was your bankroll