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 some on The Alameda
I love my city, ask me and I bet they know me
My good in any hood, I hung around Tivoly
I got a that live on Appleton, she love them killers
When I re-up I hit my partner, in Garden Village
My Jimmy 'round the corner on the avenue
You baller blocking that's the type of shit I do
I'm from the east side, you what kind of shit I'm on
But I be everywhere, I drugs in Woodlawn
I some niggas down the hill that got it for the low
I live in Bird City, you already know
And I don't go nowhere a nigga strapped up
And if you a Morgan bitch you better strap up
Talkin' shit'll get you and niggas clapped up
We with the shits, you pussy better not act up
My nigga Pistol Pete was born and raised on Biddle
My died, he ain't make it to see 23
I got a bitch work up Norma's and that pussy wet
And day she catchin' hacks to get to Lafayette
She said she strippin' tryna get the up out the 'jects
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 ain't ever a bitch, I'm keepin' shit a stack
Aye someone go and tell the DJ should bring this back
I been a G kiddie discos at the Hammer Jacks
I swear to God I never love a dumb hoe
She on Monroe but swear she Marilyn Monroe
See all my niggas never 'em, we be sharin' those
Cause all these famous bitches sharin' clothes
My mama told me, "Boy stop chasin' stank hoes"
Cause all these bitches ever was your bankroll
Someone go and tell the DJ they should bring back
Someone go and tell the DJ they should this back
I love my city, ask about me and I bet they 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' after hoes"
Cause all these bitches ever wanted was your
I'm a bankroll
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 never lackin' and we love to let them thangs
We let thangs go
I'm talkin' Montpelier to Eagle, I love my people
With the Miley Cyrus, the Bobby Brown, the diesel
out my mama's purse, if she catch you I bet she beat you
Used to 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 showed the police we ain't with none of that
other rappers lackin' soul, ain't got no content
I rep the struggle, I know that you me, fuck it, I love you
Watch me bubble, we up with the rod so they in trouble
I don't fumble, was raised in the gutter, I love the
I ain't had shit but a dream, now I see them
Someone go and tell the DJ they should bring this
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 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' after hoes"
all these bitches ever wanted was your bankroll