Luyện nghe bài hát Bank Rolls (Remix)

Bitch I'm Baltimore, you say you was, I never seen you
What part you on? I got family on The Alameda
I love my city, ask about me and I bet know me
My name in any hood, I hung around Tivoly
I got a bitch that live on Appleton, she love killers
When I re-up I hit my partner, them in Village
My Jimmy 'round the corner on the avenue
You baller blocking that's the type of 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 down the hill that got it for the low
I live in City, nigga you already know
And I go nowhere unless a nigga strapped 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 better not act up
My nigga Pete was born and raised on Biddle 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 catchin' hacks to get to
She said she tryna get the fuck up out the 'jects
But that none of my business, I'm just tryna get the neck
A lot of in my city, half you niggas wack
And I ever been a bitch, I'm keepin' shit a stack
Aye someone go and the DJ they should bring this back
I been a G since kiddie discos at the Jacks
I swear to God I could love a dumb hoe
She on Monroe but swear she Marilyn Monroe
See all my niggas never love 'em, we be those
Cause all these famous bitches sharin' clothes
My mama told me, "Boy stop chasin' stank hoes"
all these bitches ever wanted was your bankroll
Someone go and tell the DJ they should bring back
Someone go and the DJ they should bring 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 know me
My mama told me, "Boy stop after stank hoes"
Cause all 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 thangs go
I'm Montpelier to Glen Eagle, I love my people
With the Miley Cyrus, the Brown, the sour diesel
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
live forever, to the city she was God's gift
We showed the police we ain't with none of that
These other rappers lackin' soul, ain't got no
I rep the struggle, I that you hate me, fuck it, I love you
Watch me bubble, we done up with the rod so in trouble
I don't fumble, was raised in the gutter, I the jungle
I ain't had shit but a dream, now I see them
Someone go and tell the DJ they should bring this
go and tell the DJ they should bring 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 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' after hoes"
Cause all these bitches ever was your bankroll