Luyện nghe bài hát BFF (Remix)

Whole lot of that my BFF
Keep a Glock .40 in my Fendi
Getting so cash I don't need a wallet
You smoking on trash, throw it in the garbage
Young street nigga coming the pot
on the block, kickin' with the convict
They say that talk so don't you make a comment
I'm proud of myself, I done it

Done it, it, done it man I'm runnin' up
Tity Boi to fuck the summer up
some new things for the Wraith
3rd on to get her naked
I'ma poster for the hustle
You a poser child for bustas
Game up for grabs, take it
Try to down like the pavement
Live by the code, it true
Anything and everything to get a
Nigga think trill but I'm triller
Nigga they ill but I'm iller
Nigga think big but I'm larger
Pussy you ain't but a target
on joints, get massages
Keep me and I charge up

Whole lot of money my BFF
a Glock .40 in my Fendi belt
Getting so much cash I don't need a
You smoking on that trash, throw it in the
Young street coming from the project
Hanging on the block, kickin' with the
They say that money so don't you make a comment
I'm of myself, motherfucker I done it

In first class ask me what I do
Had a stove, and a blender too
Pull up on set in a 62
Pull up on set just to send 'em through
Shittin' on them niggas like an
Fuck the bitch, had to say I'm her
know I know I been winnin'
Niggas know I I don't give any fucks
my Monte Carlo, bought a Cadillac
Sold my Cadillac and went and got a
I to put my drawers in the cleaners
Trap down the street from Arena
a lil money you can't take it with ya
They said the feds out takin' pictures
Well I'm the freshest nigga on their
making bands, yes I am